Vom Glück, in Bayern zu leben…

This blog is about my photography and thoughts. And the connection between them, of course. With this (very) little visual adventure I took while the demonstration against G7 was happening, the connection became even clearer to me. On the one hand I had this desire of voicing my opinion and to take the chance to do so… on the other I was full of questions and doubts about me being there and if it makes any difference. Answers are as following. Photography, again, helped me like so many times before to focus on what I see and witness. Even to understand a bit more. And since the whole thing can not be considered a very big success regarding numbers and outcomes. Anyhow, it felt great for me to be there and participate… I didn`t bow down. Sometimes it is great to absolutely get payed for nothing because I can take pictures of whatever I want!

G7.3Photographing other people`s art… in this case it made so much sense to me. Those clowns made fun out of the massive police-presence and almost everyone around including me!

G7.2It was not only about young people with colored hair or Marxists…

G7.4…but sometimes it really looked like not to much is happening.

Faded memories…

After watching a documentary about a part of africa… it struck me how blurry and faded my own memories about a journey through Guinea have become… and while I hope the rest of it remains… pictures might help:

guinea_6…Outskirts of Conakry/Guinea 2004

 

In memory…

3There are a couple of things to tell about this picture being printed in Halation-Magazine. It is said about the motivation behind making this magazine that it comes mostly from the joy that photographers feel, getting pictures printed, released, shown… and yes, I can more than relate to that. And as I was thinking about what to hand in it stroke me that among last year´s pictures there were quite some I would like to show. However, there are just a few that I feel the need to say something about or that I find important.

While being in Gustavsberg near Stockholm on January the 4th in 2013, I already knew about my friend Stefans suicide. I took this photo there, on that day and it is released in loving memory…

The title for it comes from a piece of music by the Swedish band Hunt: I left.