A supposed reality becomes visible through photography. Three-dimensionality turns into two-dimensionality. Time changes. And yet a photo is palpable and tangible. The feel of the captured past. Past - Memory. Often not clear and not provable. The readability is individual and yet documentary. In the photosculptures, photography becomes a sculpture, a little monument. She stands in front of me. She is there. Tangible, tactile.
It is a touching, a groping and at the same time a refusal of visibility. Questions arise, what can be seen in the individual photographs? But does it matter?
The photographer is an archivist. The Archive of images is being built.