In the organizer's words:

A warm invitation to the first exhibition of Baustelle Schaustelle in 2026!

When the world gets too loud again and thoughts come flooding in, swelling to an unbearable pressure that presses against the top of my head from the inside, when fears, excessive demands and the feeling of my own indefinable strangeness take over, then I sit down in my little kitchen.

Both cats lie protectively next to me. I turn on some quiet music. All I need is some material in my hands.

The start of a journey. Not to a place that surrounds me on the outside, but to a place that fills me from the inside out. I call it a "visit to myself". Who my "self" is and where exactly I visit it cannot even be answered by me. I feel like an alien who escapes to his home planet for a little while and loses all memory of his stay there as soon as he returns to reality. Just as quickly as I get there, I'm back again.

I'm sitting in my kitchen again. Hours have passed unnoticed. There is nothing to suggest that I have been away. However, I have brought something back from there. A materialized feeling stands before me on the table, cold and still. I place it on my shelf with the others.

Evidence of the healing place I can't remember. The pressure is gone. A feeling of lightness and connectedness fills me. I belong here too.