"When you are dead, the pose you take doesn't matter anymore."
2014-2016
With our decaying sensitivity and the lack of self-consciousness,
aren't we in a certain sense already dead? We are surrounded by
apathetic deadmen but, surprisingly, that only leads us to think
about death even less — to the point of total indifference.
Humanity became a caricature of itself for now it is subjected to
the laws of prescribed codes and forms of behaviour, in other
words to a limited number of poses. That raises the question: To
which extend are we still alive? There's, I believe, some hope for a
positive answer. I want the viewer to pose this question, mainly, in
regards to her- or himself.
