Three stacks of papers. And corner of a roughly folded brown envelope in between.

A promenade along a river in the dark. There is snow on the ground, but the path has been cleared and the snow has piled up on both sides of the path. Small lamps on one side of the path illuminate the way, and in their glow you can still see some of the trees standing along the path.

A promenade along a river in the dark. There is snow on the ground, but the path has been cleared and the snow has piled up on both sides of the path. Small lamps on one side of the path illuminate the way, and in their glow you can still see some of the trees standing along the path.

Looking up a wall with a bright light. A mistletoe placed above a neighbouring door, right below.

A sky where the grey-white cloud cover has broken up a little and some blue sky is visible. It didn't stay that way for very long...

A sky where the grey-white cloud cover has broken up a little and some blue sky is visible. It didn't stay that way for very long...

The next calendar page, made by this dear friend, who inspired by a picture of mine, wrote a poem to it. The picture shows an ice and snow-covered path lined with streetlights, that shimmer on the ice. It's held in b&w. The poem is in german and reads: Februar: Ich fühle nicht nach sagtest du und ich fragte nicht. Ich fühle nicht nach sagtest du und ich dachte darüber nach. Ich fühle nicht nach. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich zum ersten Mal. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich und es klang richtig. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich immer und immer wieder. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich und es funktionierte gut. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich? Ich fühle nicht. Sage ich. It translates as follows: February: I don't feel, you said, and I didn't ask. I don't feel, you said, and I thought about it. I don't feel. I don't feel, I said for the first time. I don't feel, I said, and it sounded right. I don't feel, I said over and over again. I don't feel, I said, and it worked well. Did I say I don't feel? I don't feel. I said.

The next calendar page, made by this dear friend, who inspired by a picture of mine, wrote a poem to it. The picture shows an ice and snow-covered path lined with streetlights, that shimmer on the ice. It's held in b&w. The poem is in german and reads: Februar: Ich fühle nicht nach sagtest du und ich fragte nicht. Ich fühle nicht nach sagtest du und ich dachte darüber nach. Ich fühle nicht nach. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich zum ersten Mal. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich und es klang richtig. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich immer und immer wieder. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich und es funktionierte gut. Ich fühle nicht nach sagte ich? Ich fühle nicht. Sage ich. It translates as follows: February: I don't feel, you said, and I didn't ask. I don't feel, you said, and I thought about it. I don't feel. I don't feel, I said for the first time. I don't feel, I said, and it sounded right. I don't feel, I said over and over again. I don't feel, I said, and it worked well. Did I say I don't feel? I don't feel. I said.

An art installation in a shop window. Several brown cardboard boxes are stacked on top of each other. The letters of the words ‘Don't wait’ are written across the boxes, with the letters ‘n't’ and “wa” crossed out so that it can also be read as ‘Do it’

An art installation in a shop window. Several brown cardboard boxes are stacked on top of each other. The letters of the words ‘Don't wait’ are written across the boxes, with the letters ‘n't’ and “wa” crossed out so that it can also be read as ‘Do it’

Blurred picture of a bus, mostly empty, early morning.

Blurred picture of a bus, mostly empty, early morning.