The Junction Series is (beside of I trawl the Megahertz) probably the most personal work I’ve created so far. It’s a series of 21 collages, all made inside an old telephone address book.
I started working on it in a time of deep emotional exhaustion. My father had just died after a long illness. His death was difficult, and clearing out his apartment afterwards left me completely drained—physically and emotionally. There was no room left for inspiration or invention. I couldn’t access anything that felt creative in the usual sense.
So I just started drawing lines and forms. One after another. I didn’t plan anything. I didn’t try to make sense. I just drew, and then began placing collage fragments over the lines—testing how they would sit, how they would relate. Some shapes seemed to belong together. Some didn’t. I left it at that.
There’s no hidden message in this work, no narrative or deeper meaning. It’s just what it is: lines, shapes, fragments of thought. But looking at it now, I see how much of that time is in there. The silence, the disorientation, the effort of trying to connect something when nothing feels connected.
This series isn’t about grief—but it came out of it. And maybe that’s enough.