Street Art &
Photography
Street Art &
Photography
Driven by curiosity.
Inspired by movement.
Observed in the streets and kept in images.
An early instinct:
to look closer
and leave a trace.
Driven by curiosity.
Inspired by movement.
Observed in the streets and kept in images.
An early instinct:
to look closer
and leave a trace.
Self-portraits as a channel.
Street Photography as impulse.
Meet Karl.
He stood in front of The Vinyl Only – back then, my favorite record store in Heidelberg.
I didn’t know him.
But I recognized something familiar.
He was unaware I took pictures, so I showed him.
A little amused.
A little charmed.
We had a conversation as my phone rang.
My then ringtone was ‘Rock ‘n Roll Suicide’ by David Bowie.
Karl smiled.
Called it cheesy.
Insisted on showing me some ‘real music’.
Picked ‘Siren’ by Roxy Music.
Headphones on and asked if I liked it.
When I nodded, he bought the record for me.
Music and art connected two strangers – if only for a coffee in the afternoon
Street Art
Growing up in a small town meant excess time and nowhere to put it.
I needed an outlet.
Street Art
Growing up in a small town meant excess time and nowhere to put it.
I needed an outlet.
So I made stencils.
So I made stencils.
Mostly icons. Always at night.
Some were temporary.
Some stayed longer than intended.
I used walls, lanterns, concrete - whatever was there.
To mark presence.
To make my environment feel more like home.
They were not decorations.
They were impulses.
It was my way of claiming space.
Of leaving something behind.
Mostly icons. Always at night.
Some were temporary.
Some stayed longer than intended.
I used walls, lanterns, concrete - whatever was there.
To mark presence.
To make my environment feel more like home.
They were not decorations.
They were impulses.
It was my way of claiming space.
Of leaving something behind.
