Then Berlin. The cold, the gray. A different kind of chapel. I walked into its veins, its cellars, its wet electric nights. Philosophy by day, skin by night — I tattooed symbols onto strangers as if I could carve meaning into flesh.
I paint. Because I don’t know how else to survive the image.
My studio is in Weißensee now. A dog, a wife, a few ghosts.
Greece calls in the winter, with olives and bones and the blinding white that forgives nothing.
This project — INFLUENCE: Objekt of Desire — is not a work.
It’s the hunger that remains when the miracle doesn’t come.
The Reaction as Power
Notes from a conversation
In the new paradigm of power, reaction becomes the event. It no longer matters what happens, but how we react—or rather, how the masses are made to react. The reaction becomes stronger than the original gesture. It becomes the new truth.
This is not simply spectacle. It is a mechanism of control.
In The House Is Burning, Agamben shows that we are past the point of critique as we once knew it. The fire is no longer coming—it is already here. What we call “politics” is often a distraction from the real condition, which is a continuous present structured by crisis without resolution.
Here lies the new paradigm of power:
Power no longer needs to convince. It only needs to provoke.
It does not matter what is said—only how it is received.
Reaction is the product.
At a time when every gesture is anticipated, measured, and monetized, true resistance begins where reaction is no longer the goal.
I seek to create forms whose reaction is not encoded in the action itself.
Works that do not provoke, perform, or persuade—
but instead suspend the logic of profit and pure form.
Art, for me, is not a tool for influence. Its pure necessity.
It is a space where something substantially mysterious may emerge.
Something free—not in the liberal sense, but in the messianic sense:
a freedom not of this world, beyond power.
This is not about escape.
It is about opening a space that power cannot map.
A space where the unknown is welcome.
Where the fire has burned everything but the silence.
Where something still waits to be seen.