The Thread of Sleep, 2025
Oil on wood
20 x 80 x 4.5 cm
The windows of my studio face Glogauer Straße on the 1st floor. The old building absorbs the noise and vibration of the street, sending them through the pipes all the way up to my bed.
The wall dissolves as the sound reaches me. My heart sinks at the siren of a passing ambulance. The passers-by whisper into my ears. Beside me on the bed lies the drunken man’s laughter. There, I try to spin the thread of sleep, letting my dreams blend into the cacophony of the world outside.
