Our deductions from the surface to what lies underneath are usually wrong and photography, as the art of surface, is especially vulnerable to this fraud of looking. The projection of complex circumstances onto a flat plane is misleading; in order to get onto paper or onto screen, the light has to travel through multiple surfaces, that all leave their mark and tell their own story. The lens-plane, the emulsion/the sensor, the chemical plane of the developer, the scanner, the plane of digital manipulation with its vectors of bending and shifting light. Yet somehow I still believe that the picture tells some kind of story about what is underneath all these surfaces. I am naïve in that way…

But the dillema is: I only have the pictures to tell me about the world. The flat world of the TV is in turmoil, yet outside my window everything is dead calm: So, how is the world then? Scratching the surface only reveals another surface and the idea, that all these surfaces together hint on some kind of meaning is only hypothetical…

The images are a result of this confusion: deliberate misunderstandings, being vulnerable to suggestions, being easily susceptible to this voices of the surface…