WHY?

In order to be able to explain her divided relationship to art to others, she began to write about it. About her blockages, which petrify her chest like concrete walls and take her breath away. The nausea in her stomach when she enters galleries, participates in exhibitions or is asked about her own artwork. She tries to bring back the missing memories in order to gain access to her true self and to dissolve her panic attacks against art. Katharina's journey into the past becomes a relentless revelation to her innermost self:

In the process, she opens the portal gate to her lost memories in order to regain control of her past and finally dissolve her fears when she comes into contact with art. Like in a roller coaster, it whirls her into the abyss of her past. It is pulled deeper and deeper into a rotating current; so that she became more and more dizzy. Katharina looked down into the black-green whirlpool of the infinite depths below her and wanted to let go and throw herself down, so as not to have to endure this pressure any longer. But her soul and pain were inseparably entwined and relentlessly cruel. They held on to her and so she never found a saving reed, a lily pad or an old tree trunk on the shore, on which she got stuck and thus regained solid ground in her life under her feet.