Back in the days in Frankfurt, during the Staedelschule years, I had a work called Welcome to the Real World that consisted of a glass vitrine displaying toys for children that had an aspect of "customisation" or "excavation"—any toy that gave the idea that the child is independently "discovering" or creating something, even if it's a staged situation (for example, excavating dinosaur skeletons in a piece of crumbling clay, or finding gemstones). I was fascinated by German stores like DM, Haussmann, etc. I spent hours in the toy section, analysing what we sell to children and how we advertised extremely genderised merchandise. I think I might one day go back to this project, which back then was overshadowed by a depressive state of mind and reclusion that made me unable to properly express my feelings around it. Sometimes I wish I had gone to this school at a later age.

In one of the toys where one can extract a gemstone in a clay slab, I retraced drawings from my diary of when I was 10 - 12 years old, pages where my darkest secrets where hidden between glued pages.