PASSENGERS
2010–2012

At that time, I often took the train to Berlin. The journey takes about five hours, and once the train leaves the hills around the Elbe lowlands, the landscape becomes flat and dull. Over time, I grew fond of that “boring” plain. I also started paying more attention to my fellow passengers — to a kind of “trance” or wakeful dreaming that people enter during the journey. They are alone with themselves, in an in-between moment of their lives, “waiting” to resume them. The train moves with a monotonous rhythm, and outside the window, the flat landscape with its distant horizon rolls by. Later, I immersed myself even more deeply in the theme of trains, painting stations, platforms, and carriages as well.