Photographing concerts, photographing musicians, photographing music itself — one whole summer around Passau, later Vienna too, at countless shows, for the price of admission and a couple of drinks. Simply because I loved making art inside an artistic room.
From jazz to funk to deep, beautiful stoner rock — whatever felt like truth. Real music: not the shallow satisfying of some surface need, but the deep inner urge to express something that wants out into this world.
To mirror the sound of the world — to share it, carry it on, bend it. To feel the beat, feel the drive, feel the heartbeat of the world, and dance to it, with every medium and every means.
