Zinc etching (line, open etching and aquatint) and drypoint, 18×24 cm (plate size), 2020. Limited edition of 6, numbered and signed.
This is around the treehouse we had built as kids in the Westerwald. The crowning achievement in a long succession of ever-more-spacious treehouses, to be precise: Three stories balancing precariously on a dirt cliff over the stream, a ramp with a dungeon underneath a trapdoor, living quarters in the west wing and a throne room on the bel étage …
Over the years, the inhabitants of that palace were sometimes prone to war, though. One time, when there was enmity, J. snatched one of my favourite sabres (an elegantly curved piece of hazelnut laboriously carved clean all around that I got as a present by one Carinthian princeling I used to know). Can’t say I’m not mad anymore.