this is jacob heine’s website.
this is jacob’s cv.
this is a collection of photos.
this is a collection of books.
this is the chair is photography.
this is confessions of an autistic adox drinker.
this is es ist schwer, die richtigen worte zu finden.
this is swallow tune is a band.
this is the smell of mulberry leaves and silkworms .
this is a collection of exhibitions.
2024
artist book
152 pages
Swiss binding
set in Silka Mono
two editions of 7
production by Kunst- und Buchdruckerei Kessler
supervised by Pio Rahner & Marcel Saidov
in cooperation with Zentrum für Künstlerpublikationen (Bremen)
supported by the Kreativfonds of the BUW as part of the course "Bücher über Bücher"
“Es ist schwer, die richtigen Worte zu finden” (It is hard to find the right words) is an artist book about grief. It investigates written compassion in condolence cards – an embedded aspect of the grieving process in countries such as Germany. Between a lack for words, repetitive phrasing and a sudden uptake in correspondence, these writings are an act of social communication with intrinsic, yet non-obvious rules and contradictory dynamics. As an autistic, grieving is thus complicated further.
The book revisits a collection of condolence cards around the death of a sibling, on which it bases two central questions: What are the words used to communicate compassionate grief? How are these writings packaged visually? 91 transcripts are broken down into their structural elements and re-arranged accordingly, distilled to dominant words and phrases – fragments big enough to infer a message yet fleeting as if skimmed over. This dissection is paired with an array of card covers and envelopes; the material reminiscent of bureaucracy, its dissection seeking order and a corresponding sense of comprehension.
Returning from an intellectual exercise to the deeply emotional subject at hand, the book is closed by a 92nd letter: a late addition, written during the making of the book, addressed to a younger self receiving the mail presented before. Directly acknowledging the present as a moment of complex struggles, giving advice as well as addressing the emotional state of grieving, this epilogue reconciles with oneself: inexperienced with the responsibilities of grief, autistic or not.