The Pomeranian Trees

Over the past two years I have been leaving Berlin, heading northeast until I reach West Pomerania, adjacent to the Oder Delta. It’s a trip I have made through the seasons. A harsh, vacant landscape; no hills, and a sharp horizon. A landscape, largely vacated in the middle of the last century and with its subsequent complicated history, it mostly ran wild.

Trees cut extraordinary silhouettes against northern skies. Stalwarts; they are the silent witness. (SC)

Set of 4 lithographs with 24ct gold leaf and fire, Edition of 6, Printed at Keystone Editions, Berlin, Published by SCS, 2025