Author: Theresa Kraft

Over the past year, the question of truthfulness became unavoidable. I could no longer tolerate anything half-hearted — nothing that did not arise from depth, nothing that served self-presentation. Something within me longed for clarity. I searched, scratched, dissolved, reduced. Revealed what was hidden beneath the layers. It was painful — and liberating. The longing…

I build layers. Plaster bandages, modeling paste, pigments, sometimes pine needles. The surface grows slowly — solid and open at once. Between the layers, space remains for light to breathe. In my earlier series Under the Layers, I was breaking through — scratching, revealing, searching for what was hidden. Now the movement has changed. I…

There are moments when silence becomes the true language of life. In those pauses we begin to recognize how much of what surrounds us is loud, fleeting, and without depth. To turn inward is not an escape but a return- toward a space where we can without masks. And it is often in such stillness…

Sometimes art meets me where no one expects it. In a glance that lasts longer than necessary. In a gesture that reveals something left unspoken. In what unfolds within a person and, for a moment, becomes visible. I find it in the fine cracks of a wall, in lines that arise by chance yet suggest…