What a prolific and outstanding talent. So lovely and engaging, I’ll be spending the next several hours shirking responsibilities to stare at her page.

I think It’s enough to get the point across, and thank you again. I would still be curious to know a little bit about Anke, but not too much – I think the mystery is appropriate and she seems to prefer it this way, anyhow.

Sooo… the text I tried to summarize is on that page you can see when you click “Anke M.”, clearly the place to expect a bio. She doesn’t tell anything about herself though and I couldn’t find anything about her on the net either.

What is written there is one article about her work by that Dr. Klaudia Winiarski, some kind of description or interpretation.

If you are really that interested in it you even try to translate it yourself, I can try to tell you what it says too. You will just need to wait until tomorrow or so.

Second article is that one I tried to summarize above. I think you understood Anke wrote it? This is a quote by the German author Christa Wolf who talks about her writing.
As it is in that bio-ish section of the page and sounds like a manifest about art in general I’d clearly assume Anke compares this to her art or sees this as some inspiration.
If Anke herself writes remains unknown, no information about her anywhere :)

Questiin: is she talking about her writing because she’s an author as well, or is it that she’s comparing her art to writing?

On her page you can find another person interpreting her work as well as another quote, an answer of the question “Why do you write?” by author Christa Wolf serving as a kind of manifesto about art which should be of interest, but I wasn’t able to find an English translation. It is written in a rather sophisticated way, so I don’t really dare try to translate it word by word.

But to summarize, she says that she writes to find out why she has to write.
Writing, to her, is a key to her subconscious, which is the forces within herself that are seen as inadequate, destructive, useless, morbid etc in the given social and historical context and are thus suppressed.
The horror about how these mental forces are divided into useful and useless ones and the grief about the consequences of this splitting influence her work.
She assumes art is the only refuge, the only place allowing to experiment with the vision of the human as a whole, so writing to her is a kind of self-experiment.
If the people of the industrialized world based on division of labor and mislead desideratum will remember their roots, the opulence of human possibilities and thus art she doesn’t know. But she, for her life and herself, needs that connection to this other dimension within herself to give her the feeling of being there (in that “existent” kind of way). This is why she writes.