words by Sigrun
photography by Tamara Lichtenstein
On one of the first warm spring days I sit on the stairs of this historic building with a friend. The sun reflects on the tiles of the towers and make them glow in the evening light like a golden wall. I tell him about an art project that I am doing and he tells me that he just doesn’t get what I am doing and what it means and what the purpose is, even after looking at it. In the course of trying to explain to him exactly what it is that I am doing, I can hear myself talking and for a slight moment I actually don’t understand it myself anymore. But just because we can’t put something in words, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make sense. Us humans try so hard to label everything. To put everything into words, to understand it, to explain it. To make sense of it. And if you can’t then it can easily happen that it gets labeled with not being relevant. To me art is about what can be felt and not so much explained. Something that we create or that happens without having this exact formula in mind or necessarily an explanation afterwards. It’s something that comes from inside of us, influenced by who we are and what we experience, or us trying to create a totally imaginery world, a certain feeling, a hide-away place. It might evoke feelings and thoughts in others. To some people it will mean something. And others will not be able to relate to it. And while the sky slowly turns into purple pink shades before the city gets dark, I realize that no matter if art is always understood or well explained or not, art is probably one of the strongest and most profound tools of communication that we have between us humans. And just like watching the sunset, it makes life more beautiful.
