ABOUT BROKEN MUSES

An old saying states that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Nevertheless I often ask myself who really defines the essence and substance of beauty. Fashion and Zeitgeist force us to permanent replacements of old and used things. In a nutshell everything old seems to be worthless.

For me mannequins, statues, and other bizarre things are inspiring like the muses from the Greek mythology—archaic goddesses but with an important difference: They are made by people for people, sometimes not meant as artwork but rather as objects of utility. Forgotten and fractured, they show a certain form of timeless dignity—as broken muses.

Take your time to browse through this site, have a look at the broken, at crumbling colors, at splintered parts that may give you a short glimpse on the impermanence and volatility of life.

Gestures and expressions seem to survive: Restrained movement, gestures in stone, pictures of fear and solitude. Which part is imagination and which reality? And at what point is there only winking irony?