No, I am not burnt out… I was just fed up with looking like my father when I thought he really started to look old, having two kids who constantly complain about what I think is good for them, administering the household with or against my overworked wife and running after my dog to scratch his shit off the streets… so I took some time off to go to Ibiza with my friend Irene.

I dropped my preconceptions about what I thought is a dubious jet-set island, allowed myself to immers with the unknown and became a witness of how nature plays its tricks on human exploitation. Main feature: an ever changing edge between land and sea, a jagged line of shifting atmospheres and characters. Sometimes the line is gentle but mostly it carries a raw and pure ambience. And once there, your personal time frame is being replaced by a different and kind of eternal rhythm of something greater. Something that defies civilisation and follows its own natural rules.

My guide did choose the right spots and the weather gods were friendly.

I thought I changed during those days. My daily troubles felt far away - but also quite insignificant. I took up a different energy… like through a filter I could think about my home life as something that gets too easily dominated by the wrong priorities. I could long again for what I was fed up with before. As if universal laws teach you to cut the crap and help you to find the right intuition again. And this is what I took home… to feel my love again… Not only love for my dearest but also love for my friend and guide.

Thank you Irene. Thank you for being who and how you are. For being selfless and committed, for showing me these wonderful places, for feeding me with images that will stay for a long time and help me to put things in a different perspective.

With love,

Thomas, architect