In the hills near my home village on the Altriver banks, traces of two Neolithic settlements were discovered and have been researched since the 19th century.
As children, my brother and I rode our bikes to those hills on hot summer days. We often daydreamed of doing our own excavations onsite and conjured up a fantastic history out of the artefacts that we could have found in the loam. These games of ours strongly shaped my perception of time and the place I grew up in. Splinters dated to the prehistoric period overlay with those of my childhood. They merge together in my memory as belonging to a time and space where the fictional and historical are intertwined.
With this work, I revisit objects from my childhood and turn them into timeless fragments. Clay objects that my brother and I once hoped to find in the soil, we now shape from the memory of an imagined time and mail to each other. On the hills back home, my process is that of an archaeologist. I explore and change the present landscape by searching through my recollections and construct an imagined archive. Fictionally reconstructing the past and giving reality a fantasized narrative, I situate myself where (when) the Altriver turns, to hide and seek.
