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.