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At the intersection between the familiar and the extraordinary. A potato found on the pavement of a city street wisper stories of the first potato ever to travel into space and back. It speaks of dark and secret societies of the underground as well as the glamour of the colorful days of sun and flowers. No potato is an island. Constantly surrounded by, relating to others. Potatoes are people too.
Our desire to escape everyday life fascinates me. By listening to the objects of the everyday I want to make everyday matter
Potato Was Here
Wood, pigment, steel
Spoon Necklace (Meanwhile in Löffelwald)
Goldplated brass, silver and leather
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