Can a weaver be a nomad?
At the end of World War II my grandparents had to flee with a horse drawn cart across the frozen Baltic Sea towards safety in the west.
As an artist I re-enact this legacy through weaving and embody both, the open curiosity about new beginnings and the gut-wrenching insecurity. This ambivalence emerges when I leave my studio and spend months in residencies abroad. There I weave with available materials and technical restrictions in unknown territory.
During my travels I collect weaving traditions and materials in order to fuse and transform them into contemporary pieces.
