I experience my small garden less as a space and more as a companion. I’ve grown with it. Nothing in it is permanent. I love this change with the seasons, but also over the past 26 years. It’s a place with a manageable degree of change. I can ...
When I moved here, the backyard immediately became my favorite place. I can play table tennis with friends, work on my laptop or lie down on the table and doze off. Sometimes neighbors stop by, and we chat for a bit. Nobody gives me strange looks. I can ...
Actually, tennis and I have a love-hate relationship. Since I was 12, I’ve been trying to hit that little yellow ball over the net as I wish. Often enough, it doesn’t do what I want, and I despair. I’ve sat crying next to the court… But ...
When I finished school, I started going to this place. At first, I didn’t know anyone, but before I knew it, I had become part of an incredibly open community that kept growing. Everyone played with everyone and simply spent time together on and around ...
Luisa (lying): „I feel safe when there’s no judgement, no envy, when there’s trust, support and a deep understanding. My safe space isn’t a place. My safe space is my Cemi.“
My studio is also my safe space. The studio itself is part of my art. It’s constantly changing, adapting, and being readjusted. My safe space is part of my artistic output, and a prerequisite for it.
As a kid I liked to play „Island“ on sofas or armchairs, imagining the whole floor of the room as open sea. On the sofa I was unreachable, on my own, safe – ideally together with a friend and some tasty snacks. Today my bed is this safe space. At the end ...
It may seem absurd to consider a car over 60 years old, without seat belts or airbags, as a „safe space.“ In an age that seeks to ensure the „survival“ of the automobile and its occupants through all sorts of technological ...
Every time I visit Cologne, I return to the Lindenthal Canal. The tranquility there, and the harmonious interplay of water, trees, and inviting architecture, evoke a feeling of comfort and timelessness. To be precise, it’s a 1970s feeling I think I ...
The sofa is my favorite spot in our apartment. I sit there in the morning with a large cup of coffee and enjoy the slow start to the day. I love looking out the window, watching the clouds drift by or the pigeons on the roof across the street. Just ...
The place could be anywhere. What I need is Bach or Brahms, or at least meaningful music. I actually prefer listening alone and at home, but the transition from mere perception to that moment when inside and outside dissolve and I feel like I’m ...
Andi lives on a boat anchored in Cologne’s Rheinauhafen harbor. It’s the place where he feels at home. He sleeps on the waters of the Rhine. He hears the gurgling beneath him, the creaking of the rigging in the wind. „I’ll leave my ...
In our little wood, part of our garden, I have a special place: a little bit away from home; a little bit at home in the wild. Sitting there. Almost hidden. Leaves and shimmering light; birdsong. Nothing disturbs. Especially in spring.
