Meadow, water. Nothing else. – Original artwork | 120 x 120 cm

Original artwork | 120 x 120 cm | Acrylic on canvas | 2025

Series: Long Journey

It wasn’t a spectacular moment. No bang, no special occasion. Just an afternoon with a bit of time at last. And I was simply lying there. In the grass, by the edge of the Alster, somewhere between wind and water, a book in my hand and the city at my back. Hamburg kept rushing on behind me, but I was no longer part of it. At least not in that moment. Usually always. Always on. Always reachable and there for everyone.

On the meadow there was no timeline, no scrolling, no push notifications. Just the steady rustling of leaves, the distant gurgle of the water, a few voices drifting past like clouds. And in between, me. Eyes closed, the sun on my face, and a feeling of pause that went deeper than expected.

Maybe it was just an afternoon. But maybe it was more: a moment of stillness. A small piece of freedom between everyday life and expectation. A fragment of memory, so clear and quiet that it stays with you.

Meadow. Water. Nothing else.
Sometimes that’s all it takes to arrive at yourself. In August it will happen again—I’ll go back to the meadow and to that moment. Promise.