Hauch is a tiny bit of something. Almost nothing. From everything. A whisper. Above all it is soft and ethereal and ephemeral.
The suggestion that whatever there is is transitory and unique.

Hauch is an old German word. It means a delicate, gentle breath.
It also means odor or fragrant.
Hauch is fragile and it is also the last breath of a being.
Nature is breathing us. We are nature.
This is what this body of work points at.