Searching for meaning, in all directions.

"Perhaps I will be satisfied the day I have come full circle within myself."
I'm not there yet.
My work progresses in several directions at once. Painting, upcycling — the mediums matter less than what they allow me to move.
It deals with meaning: what is perceived, what is sought, what sometimes escapes us.
To see, not to see. To feel — sometimes too much, sometimes not enough.
Too much meaning. Or not enough. So I'm still searching.
I'm less interested in controlling than in holding things together: techniques, tensions, contradictions. Accidents aren't considered mistakes—at worst, they're discreet collaborators.
Some days, everything seems empty. Other days, everything overflows. In between, I work.
Over time, it eventually took on a simple form:
"in alle Richtungen".
In all directions — to continue searching for meaning, without ever wanting to fix it.
Sof