“Passions wander the house of the soul […] in clothes from bygone days”(1)
Talk of the poetic has been used so over-excessively; its sense would seem to have dissolved into a sentimental nothingness. Thus the concept is in great danger of losing its impact even when it happens to be apposite. Nevertheless I dare to speak of Rebecca
Raue’s collages as poetic works since they possess a lyrical quality that touches the core of poetic art: the element of condensation.