The Korsakow Institute on Anke Angermeyer's reconstructions (2009):
Anke Angermeyer generates bureaucracy. Her reconstructions are the dawn of a new text type, in which persons, conditions and objects are narrated through the bureaucratic collecting of words and numbers. With her reconstructions, Anke Angermeyer creates a form of expression between art and literature that is formally and politically a hot topic.

On the one hand, reconstructions question revered terms and definitions of literature and narration. They can be read as autobiographic narrations. However, not one single letter or word was created by the author himself. Therefore, one could argue, reconstructions are neither narrative nor a piece of literature. Which in turn raises the question, what in a piece of original literature was actually created by the author himself: the language and terms used are not. Neither is any letter or symbol within the text created by the author, nor the art of arranging them into a text. Even the ideas that are dealt within the text are more often than not adapted from somewhere else, turning Anke Angermeyer’s texts into a critical comment on modern text and literature understanding.

On the other hand, they contain a precise timeliness. In our high-tech information society, personal data have become a hot good. Everyday we walk a thin line between global information networking and the threat of data abuse through government and global business. Mobile phones and evernet connect us with friends, but also with foes, that can track any move we make online. Google provides us with endless data memory on the net - but Google reads along.

Electronic ways of payment have simplified our life - and draw our movements in the data landscape. Anke Angermeyer makes her herself as transparent as we all already are without being aware of it. The self-exposure has always been a privilege enjoyed by artists. They could confer reality onto the object they had gathered most information on: themselves. Could it actually be that artists have long before been outrun by someone else? Someone having access to so much more information about them, information they have not even thought of...

I(2005)
As I am sitting at my desk I am encircled by words and numbers that I by myself brought here. Each of them I collected over time: today, yesterday, a year ago or two. They are now part of my room, part of my life and therefore part of myself. Or am I part of them? Do they describe me, my life? Am I reconstructible through them? I collect each letter, each number and each sign in my room, write them all down and thereby create a text. Is it sufficient to read this text to know me?