When I was still a student I had my little atelier in the attic of my parents‘ house. Here are some photos of it that I’ve found recently:
The walls were just painted white and I put some copies of my drawings there. I also had this huge theatre poster that friends had given me for my birthday once. And a little table for doing paper maché sculptures with Picasso watching me from the background.
I also produced a large wall paper with a friend for a motto party once. I think (and hope) it still exists somewhere in her mom’s house:
Ich mach was mit Schreiben und werde für andere in Sachen Kommunikation tätig . >>>Mehr über die Arbeit mit mir lesen. Ich verorte mich selbst im Autismus-Spektrum (beiße aber nicht), bin chronisch digital und vor allem eins: Ein Mensch.