How would I feel when someone very strange looking and equiped with odd things which I never saw before would step into my life to document it in all its aspects? Standing beside me while I cook my morning coffee, asking strange questions - how often, in which way and why I drink it etc. And declaring the most natural things to encompass special meaning and even if there is a special meaning: would I tell him? Or would I rather tell him lies? Probably I would start to study this omni-present annoying subject and would try to find out what he likes to hear, confirming his assumptions and tell him whatever he likes - as a better option for sending him to hell. And I would pretend to have a naive approach to his equipment while starting to use his camera myself and snap him – secretly!
Where are these photos and documents from the other side to complete what is said to be the description of the world?
” White girl from Black Forest” simulates an ethnological research on a fictional "Black Forest tribe". The comments - in a quasi scientific language - are as important as the photos. While the photos show portraits of the ‘researched’ object, the text betrays the ficticious researcher – his categories, his prejudices, his assumptions and his illusion of a superior ‘neutral’ standpoint. As an artist I never assume to have a neutral position, I just tend to visualize what I detect as the missing link.