The Green, Aberdeen

When you read these lines, it’ll be roughly 400 years since the man named Indian Pete has passed. The history books tell us, this wall that you are seeing in the picture, “is one of the oldest in this grand city [of Aberdeen]. It had formerly been a part of an old townhouse known as Aedies House. Built around 1604 and finally demolished in 1914 it held a dark history. Believed as it was to have been a holding house for children stolen off the streets to be sold as slaves in America. […] Around 700 children would be kidnapped from the streets. Their fate, to be kept in holding houses like Aedies until there were enough of them to transport.”

Someone told me that a bagpipe was played every night, to drown the screaming of these doomed kids. Who knows really, but the one story everybody agrees on is the story of Peter Williamson. His parents “reputable though not rich” sent him to live with an aunt in Aberdeen. In a cold night in January 1743 Peter was kidnapped while playing on the quay. With the age of 8 years, he was abducted to America as a slave, and sold for 16£ to work on a plantation.

I’ll spare you the details of his gruesome return to his birthplace of Aberdeen, since you can now easily look it up online. And I tell you in advance it is a story of deep desolation, describing the cruelty of the so-called “discovery of the new world” and the horrors of slavery connected to it. But it is also a story of hope. And, as his clumsily chosen name suggests, there are Native Americans involved as well as the final return to Scotland which, however, left him “banished from Aberdeen as a vagrant” for telling his story.

Ultimately, Indian Pete was able to make a living from a succesful tavern he ran in Edinburgh, for poets and lawyers. But until this day, his story haunts the Aberdonians. Another local whispered to me on the night i took this picture, on the staircase that leads up from The Green to buzzing Union street, that him and others had seen, from afar and late at night, children in nightgowns sitting on precisely these stairs.


ABRACALBRA – the residency to be in Calabria. Nothing but inspiring beauty in Architecture and Nature, only healthy Food and the weather always matches your mood!

Phoenician Wall, Batroun

The Phoenician Wall might well be the oldest man-made structure I have ever personally visited, within the city of Batroun, dating back to at least 5,000 years. The wall was most likely carved directly into the solid rock as a protectetion against the tidal waves and it stands there until today.

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Look closely, right there in the middle: I was here.


Ulitsa Metohia, Sofia


We went to a neighbourhood called Fakultete. Here you find none of Sofia’s historical buildings but beautifully self-crafted homes. Like a different city, maybe a whole different country, and, with horse-carriages passing by, also a different time.

Within a couple of minutes after having started, all the kids of the neighbourhood took notice of us and joined. 


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Ulitsa Parizh, Sofia

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A question I get asked frequently is if I know who takes the patches out. I have multiple of these people on tape, and you would probably be surprised on who these people would be. This security guard from across the street ISN’T one of them. When I left he crossed the street and took the patch out on curiosity. I approached him and took the picture because I was amused about his initiative to leave his post and check out my work.


Church St. George Rotunda, Sofia

The city now called Sofia was established in 5 BC or earlier, under the name of Serdica and gained much importance over the centuries due to its central positioning in the balkan region. Over the course of time it was under the reign of the Romans, the Ottomans, the Huns,… just to name a few.

This is the Church of St. George, build by the Romans in the 4th century. There had been some debate on social media about whether or not this was disrespectful towards the believers. The priest however just walked by us as we were in full action and didn’t mind.

Plage, Hossegor

I was in Hossegor meeting my friends from androphyne to work on their project about Elias Pozornski. One day we went out to surfer’s paradise on the atlantic ocean. There’s this bunker, which used to be sitting entirely above the dunes, overlooking the ocean. Now the waves are slowly luring the tons of concrete into the depth.

Metelkova, Ljubljana

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Metelkova, an ancient police-station now place for the independent slovenian art-scene. At night you will find it is the place for partying. At daytime, you see people going along their daily business, with artist-studios and flats.

UN Buffer Zone, Nikosia


I didn’t grasp the full impact of the ’74 Turkish invasion in the north of this island in the eastern mediterrenean. Cyprus has been divided since between a government-controlled area, comprising the southern two-thirds of the island, and a north third de facto administered by the Turkish. No country recognizes the “Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus” other than Turkey.  Around the city center, lays a starshaped citadel. Inside it is divided by these walls:

Tabakfabrik, Linz


I was invited by Platform21, with Arne Hendriks, Lotte Dekker, Heleen Klopper, Martijn Dijkhuizen to the 2010 edition of the Ars Electronica festival in Linz around the topic of ‘Repair’

The Ars Electronica festival is one of the oldest and biggest festivals for new media Art, so  imagine how happy I was to take part and have a close look!

The festivals location, an old Tobacco-factory, has a size of more than 30000 sqm and was constructed by Popp and Behrens in 1935 and is protected world heritage.

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