Nude photography is like a walk on a razor blade. You can tumble into the pitfalls of obvious pornography, aiming just to satisfy sexual curiosity, you can be blown away by pure formalism, looking for dune shapes in the body, or you can get stuck in sugary kitsch. But in any case, you will cut your feet. It´s hard to keep a balance between erotic tension, secret daydreams, aesthetic demands, the mystery as well as the awkwardness which come together with the banality of lived sexuality. I´m trying to balance along this way since years, whether wanting nor being able to analyze the driving force behind it.