Carl Pfeil (1995) is a South Tyrolian artist, currently in residency at Flashback Habitat in Turin. 

After studying cinematography and working in film, today he works with gestural painting, found objects, progressive sound and immersive installations. He has worked and exhibited in Italy, France, Germany and South Africa.

"It might be the severing of the umbilical cord that is the beginning of every artists destiny. From that moment on it is all choice: to dig or not to dig, to live or not to live, to connect or disconnect, to proof the living cosmos or leave a human trace, to give an insight or share an overview of experienced truth. That is, I believe, what Motherwell meant with his Elegies to the Spanish Republic or Beuys with Everyone is an artist. Through my approach to existence and transformation, I have been given answers to questions and as my creative instinct takes me further into the mystical depth of a combined and fluid materia, today it sounds like a harmony of autonomy and compassion for nature and arts. I interpret Nietzsche's Zarathustra suggesting that existing is the process of inner transformation within resistance, rebellion and the creation of new values. In my practice, the first motivation is to shine a light onto something hidden, be it in myself, in society, in nature, in arts or in mysticism. Second, is the immediate response to reality, meaning: What is there and how do I react and feel about it? Third, is to articulate what I have experienced after the first light and the following reaction, which is completely abstract, personal and existential. Fourth, is to connect with you. In attempting to express my inner state and perception with unusual and surprising perspectives, forced by the anima and physicality of material and instrument, time and space, I can only add footnotes to a hundred year old art movement, while integrating my personal expression of philosophical questions, collective emotions and lyrical narration.

I am Seiltänzer, dingling dangling on the rope, looking forward while moving backward, inside the existing and change, between here and there. 

or 

Reading from the traces on earth, writing on the gift of trees, looking up into the foggy sky, questioning the signs of the clouds. My body and brain grow their roots so slow, but my soul travels light with no rest.