When I learned that I would become a father, I started to wonder what it means to create or to disintegrate. What control do we have over these phenomena and on what universal scale can men have an impact? I started to worry about whether my son would be as reckless and heedless of his own safety as I am. Would he inherit these genes from me, his co-creator? This project is my attempt to express my admiration and bewilderment in the face of these phenomena and my insecurity about my future role as a father and the responsibilities it entails.
Now that a little over a year has passed since my son’s birth I can at least say that I’ve managed to keep him safe during this crucial period of his life. I’ve provided him with homegrown food (a luxury these days, which I protected from mole crickets and a multitude of other pests) and shielded him from hornets and other dangerous insects. But the thing that scares me the most - teaching this little man how to be a good human being - is yet to come, so all aspects of my insecurity remain intact.






Dildos, mimicking the iconic picture of interstellar dust from the Eagle Nebula, taken by the Hubble telescope.


Pictures and objects from an accident in which I chopped off part of my right hand index finger.

Pictures and objects from an accident in which I chopped off part of my right hand index finger.

Pictures and objects from an accident in which I chopped off part of my right hand index finger.

Pictures and objects from an accident in which I chopped off part of my right hand index finger.

Pictures and objects from an accident in which I chopped off part of my right hand index finger.






