Early in the morning, in my garden, under the cherry tree, there were feathers everywhere.I followed the trail of feathers through the garden. The trail stopped without me finding a clue.

Going to Jerusalem is an experience and observation of planned and unplanned events and encounters in my daily life.
Departing from a documentary fact, I record different stories.
Separate fragments, which come together in one story, with myself as the connecting factor.

It has become a personal quest of moments, incidents and insights, and how I try to create structure, and so peace in my head.

Everything moves slowly, while I want it to move forward, but pain and awkwardness do not let themselves be easily persuaded.
Everything moves fast, while I want to take my time, despite pushing, pulling, repelling and protecting.