When nature shouts out ''Hooray!'' too loudly, it will be shaped, trimmed, sealed and thus held at bay. Then chaos rules in squares, disorder in the beat, hullabaloo in the ticking of the clock and ruckus obeys the instructions.
As a sprout in the earth, hope grows from the stone, the tree breathes and the green hell stretches out in standard dimensions.
The sprout, like hope, pullulates. It grows uncontrollably, high and green, long. - And slams at full force against the reality of concrete.
Jördis Volkman about the work of Anna-Lena Tsutsui, 2012