Tripped up stones and lithic wonders. A very rough and ready zine thrown together in a day and printed on a standard office printer – the photos get pretty abstract when the toner ran low.
This book is dedicated to my father – it is a book about the variety of picks. But it is also an invitation to my father to „pick variety“!
My father used one and the same tooth pick for years. The good piece slumbered in his jacket pocket. He spurned fresh produce from the supermarket, and attempts to bribe him came to nothing. An exotic had to be found!
The portraits show the artists in their individuality, without any staging on my part; I photographed the artists as they wanted to portray themselves. What the artists reveal about themselves was up to them. The portraits are not about my idea of art , but rather to show the diversity of artistic expression and life.
The #COVID19 project visually captured the model’s mood during the pandemic. the sense of isolation and nudity of the human facing an invisible enemy.
Country, home, body. Everybody experimented the limit. The limits between the inside and the outside. Us and the other.
These three dimensions are the thread for 50 years of my photography.
7 years of preparation and 2 special projects. The #ObenOhneProjekt is about expressiveness. In the hard times of cancer treatment and in the recovery phase.
The #4000KaratProjekt shows real, genuine beauty, away from the big glossy magazines.
Black and white photography in 12 contributions in different stretches, with 9 male and female protagonists in fine art print.
Photography in 9 contributions in different stretches with 10 protagonists in predominantly black and white fine art print.
“What Happens Next” stands, more than any other of my photo books, for the theme of storytelling and head cinema. The book includes eight image spreads plus a section of single images.
Snatches of songs from Beirut and the best chickpea breakfast in town. The smell of apple tobacco, fresh pita bread and incense. Salam aleikum in the deli. 1500 meters of Arab street in Neukölln, wanderlust! That’s what Sonnenallee means to me.