I remember that one of the most challenging aspects of old typewriters was the impossibility of correcting errors.
Once, I was at the flea market in Arkonaplatz with friends, pointlessly searching for one. I was searching for something special.
A week later, I was riding my bike back to the studio. I took a wrong turn and suddenly found myself in front of a shop full of old things. The shop was empty except for the owner, surrounded by piles of items. As I walked through the piles, I found it.
“How much does it cost?” I asked. He said, “It is heavy; only if you can lift it, I can sell it.”
I use a typewriter as the centrepiece of an installation I call an ‘art environment.’
This typewriter is unique. The same company that owned the space where I created the installation — a historic German automobile company — made it. The artwork's theme blends critical raw materials with the concept of a travel log.