Topographical memories are the earth as an archive of its own history, are physical memories in and on the organless body of the earth. Topographical memories are like waymarkers of all the places I have experienced or imagined so far, which link together to form a map. The legend of this map refers to my personal archive, the deposits and layers of my memory. Stones are very special finds for me, they are separations of mountains that are selected and picked up by me and then carried away. They are vulnerable and fragile, they can break and disintegrate under pressure. I collect them well packed and sorted by area in boxes. Artificial mountains have been with me for much longer than naturally created ones. There were times when there were no mountains. We live on a planet whose surface is regenerating, it is alive. Its core is moving, its surface is constantly reshaping itself and forming new abysses and mountains. I think I have fallen in love with an organless body. The material becomes fragile - porous. The density and weight of the bodies become abstracted concepts. Several landscapes are layered in the drawings, the lines interweave, form strata. The landscape is fragmented, becomes a line and attains independence when the line finds its form again. The line becomes three-dimensional, it takes away material and leaves carvings. Mountains and rock landscapes unfold in me, they rise up and form abysses. Rock folds up, strives against each other. In the working process, the objects begin to tilt. The shapes constantly deform and rearrange themselves, creating irregular structures and discrete symmetries. In the drawings of my landscapes, the lines have returned to fragmented form and become funny little objects.
 
 Ortgies-Tonn