Time Goes By Fast

When I choose colors, I think about highway rest stops and the stuff lying in the bushes there. There is almost nothing more terrible than seeing a single sport shoe lying on the road. Or a pink shirt with "happy" written on it, in the bushes at the rest stop, totally full of holes and covered by three beer cans. The colors created in these circumstances. Nature, then these artificial colors, the dirt, the dust of thousands of cars, plus weathering. These things inspire my colors. And maybe it's also the trauma of having seen "Aktenzeichen XY' on TV as a kid or teenager. It was always so musty and brown in the studio. Austere bungalows and the colors of the film. In these crime shows, something bad is just about to happen, or just happened. (as quoted in H. Cantz, Martin Eder: Die Kalte Kraft, Ostfildern-Ruit 2004, p. 125)