a story of when i was a boy… (ok, no space in here for questions like am i still a boy or already a manly man man…) so when i was a boy, not long ago maybe… i never liked the ambiance of renaissance paintings. in my children eyes all these old italian masters often were a golden brown coloured overload captured on canvas. and to be honest i still feel the same today . but while viewing much of my photos, taken on so many nights i got this kind of self-knowledge… golden brown coloured overloads are not the worst.
(who gets the pop-cultural quotation in the text?)
and to give one more short story that takes (real) reference to the photo, i let you know that it was taken at schaubühne lindenfels before watching the fantastic movie the turin horse by bela tarr. i can’t find any words for this masterpiece… go out and watch it if you can, it will may be the last one of its kind.