Hannah Nittnaus

I am seeking an intensity that I lack. I have suffered a sensuous and emotional adult rheumatism.

Adult life can bring a sense of muteness and numbness. Nothing feels as strong any longer. I only skim and half-listen, watch TV shows with only one eye, check my mobile with the other. Everything is half-hearted. It is in things that I find the intensity. This malicious adulthood that has crept up and hardened me is warmed by little, material things. I melt. Things can make me feel everything. I get feelings of love, I get to feel nurturing, like I care, head over heels, weepy, moved, melancholy and obsessed. My cheeks get red and the backs of my eyelids burn.

In my relationship to things, there is intensity.

I want to visualise the care, the ownership, the collecting and the gaze. This work documents my own relationship to objects and builds a space that talks about feelings, processes and stages in the relationship. I want to depict feelings, instincts and intensity.