I walk through photography as one ventures into an unfamiliar city—without a map, without a plan, just with the desire to get lost and see what emerges. Three names accompany me, like beacons in the fog: Daido Moriyama, Jacob Aue Sobol, and Anders Petersen.

Es begann mit einer Spalte. Einem Haarriß im Gewebe der Zeit. Dort: im Dazwischen; wo Licht zittert, wo Schatten schweben. Matthias Koch – kein Fotograf, nein, ein Sammler von Bruchstellen! Sein Eschaton ist keine Serie, kein Projekt, sondern eine Wunde. Offen, klaffend, atmend.

The self-portrait of a shadow is a paradox. It is not the face we expose, but an absence—a fleeting silhouette cast upon the ground. The shadow is a shifting sketch, elusive and intangible. The photographer withdraws, leaving behind a trace without detail, without a face, as if seeking to disappear within his own portrait.