With the seasons to my studio
This field greets me on my journey to work. The change from winter fallow land to man-sized corn leaves me astonished.
When I cycle past this acre, which reaches to the horizon between two forests, I am amazed. About the fact that every spring, something sprouts again. That I soon stand in the shadow of the plants, then stomp through the snow silence of a black and white landscape. That this interplay of soil, light, rain, animals, people leads to the harvest of every autumn. The earth welcomes us with patience and generosity; I can use both of these in my studio. I feel invited to give back with gratitude, to pass it on, to find it for myself.