How do you untangle twenty years of a relationship and five years of trauma from your mind? Especially if the choice to part ways was not yours? Memories of the moments past haunt you like ghosts. Objects light as a sheet of paper become impossible to lift or touch....
Most mornings, after finishing my meditation, I move to the kitchen to have my morning mix of different cereals. A little bit of everything from various boxes, with raisins thrown in the mix. On the fateful day of the 13th of July, my ritual hit a snag. No milk in the...
In search of stillness, in search of light. In search of meaning. More and more, I ask myself: Why did I take this fucking picture? Really, a chair in a downtown macdonalds, a glint of light on heated-up stone squares on a train platform, with gravel glistening...
A whole month has tumbled past at a breakneck pace. Unlike me at the Berlin half-marathon. There I just tumbled forward, slower and slower, watching the tunnel of people in front of me extend to infinity as they passed me. No matter. I finished the run and could even...
There are periods in life when days become a slideshow. Too fast to keep up. Too many to process. Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-click, click-click. The air tastes of dust roasted on the lamp of the projector, and—instead of pictures—all you see is the creamy...
Some portraits not taken haunt me. A train conductor wearing the magenta uniform of the DB (Deutsche Bahn) standing past a glass door to the side of the Berlin Central Station. Buttons undone, he’s staring between his shoes, moving grains of gravel mixed with...
I’m pleased to share two new photo albums. The first, January Juxtapositions, explores the sense of estrangement of a January in Berlin, a winter time after all Christmas decorations get taken down, and what remains is the grey reality of the urban life, a...
