We are killing time and we are bored to death. What happens when someone's cooped up inside, in between loss of control and recovery? Is being bored considered to be an "activity"? What does that mean for our understanding of duration? Trying to fill the void and to reclaim control we often fall into the trap of aimless activism. When repetetive play becomes compulsion, time stretches like chewing gum.

I am in love with objects and the material world. As an objectophile turned artist I am mainly working with sculpture, photography and video - capturing the performative play with materials on and in relation to my body.