Axel Krause is keen on pictures with a deceptive appearance, pictures that carry something inside which is hard to explain or unexplainable, individually significant. He remains the boy he was. In the basement, removed from the world and in pseudo-seclusion, he broods, like Job, in front of the chain of his bicycle, the airplane has expelled him from safe protection to the cold winds. In order to validate himself, he muses and muses, as moments of threat and homeliness reveal themselves to him, in images which masquerade as quotidian, or erect a dream scenery.
Meinhard Michael, Catalogue text (Excerpt) “Zur See” 2001