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. Cemre (sitting): Mutually, Luisa is my safe space. With her, I feel secure ...
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 ...
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 ...
I moved into this apartment a short time ago. And I felt right at home, when the wooden desk arrived.The one that had previously been in our basement. When my wife restored it, I knew: this is my home now, this is where I can work, this is where I live. ...
The small café is a quiet spot in the middle of the city. The regulars know each other by sight and take their time, while the passing crowd blends in with the atmosphere. The coffee is good and the service impeccable. I sit there—preferably with a good ...
On good days, my study transforms into my hobby room. Then I’m not sitting at my desk doing everyday tasks. Instead, I immerse myself in projects I’ve chosen for myself. The room becomes a cabinet of curiosities, filled with all the tools ...
