While living and studying in Paris in 2006 I was distressed and fascinated by the life of the „clochards“ at the same time who primarily stay in the warming metro-stations during the winter months.
The mostly uninviting atmosphere of the Parisian underground which is affected by dirt, waste, wan artificial light and a colour range vary from sickly green over turbid yellows and beiges to cloudy greys exerted influences both on my thoughts about the dismal existence and my artistic view.
It was not at least the sculptural appearance of those „sans domicile fixes“ covered with blankets and surrounded by plastic bags and wine bottles who had a supplemented affect on my picture language.