In the municipal council hall of the Erlacherhof in Bern my works play with decay, with the beauty of the vanishing and decomposition, but also with the sadness of unachieved goals - in the spirit of Schiller's interpretation of an elegy: mourning the seemingly insurmountable distance between ideal and reality. But not all is lost: the nude is about to rise and the emulsion of the male gaze slowly dissolves - after being submerged in water for over a week - and produces a new reading of the original portrait. The male gaze in the photographic portrait comes apart and almost disappears in a veritable blaze of color and form. The wild roses of For better for worse are wilting.