Eisenberger placed numbers in Austrian landscapes, as if a fictitious murder – or something else had happened there.

The black background and the bright outlines can present themselves in their stark actuality because in its demonstrative factitiousness scepticism is included – scepticism about the dimensions of what reality is.

When the inner experience becomes a comfortable house it is no more what it is, it transforms into security, a pose, an alibi. Madness only is creative in a tempest.