Megumi Fukuda

To crystallize one-self.
There is such a word.
The wisdom, imagination and complex thought processes of humans crystallize them-self and become a whole crystal in form of a book.

Such books I have found on the streets of berlin.
And in such books I found bookmarks, notes or messages from an unknown sender.
I understand these as traces of passed existences, but symbols of their absences.
These books were written in german, russian, french and other languages.
From that I understand the condition of my metropole berlin.
If you listen into these old books, they narrate you their own unique stories.  

Things with forms get meaningless as soon as their use was fullfied.
This is how nature works.
But nevertheless it is possible to reanimate such useless things and fill them with new life.

In the books, where wisdom has been crystallized,
I refolded their immanent memories, times and rhythms.
In this way they get unreadable, but via my preparation, processing and folding they get re-born as a new creation.