My photography looks to the past, where, with my schoolmate, we set up a darkroom in my grandmother’s cellar. An old sink made of bricks and cement and two holes in the wall for water to come in and out, where women washed clothes by hand.With the digital revolution, each time a photo appears on the display of my camera or on my iMac, I once again smell the acids that have lived in that now empty cellar for years. The images reveal themselves in the acid, in black and white, lit up in red. So art remains like light dosage of the enlarger and the slow moving of paper in development tank.

Currently living and working in Berlin, Germany.