Double negative

Schon öfters stand ich vor einer Haustür und fragte mich, welche Geschichten dahinter steckten. Wer lebte hier? Wie war ihre Einrichtung, ihre Morgenrituale, ihr Abendessen, ihre Gespräche? Wie bewahrten sie ihre Erinnerungen auf, in Fotoalben in der untersten Schublade, in aufgestellten Rahmen in einer Schrankwand, oder in Erzählungen auf der Couch? Wer stand nicht auch schon…

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Johannesburg (was never meant to exist)

Last weekend, I took down the pictures of my exhibition “Imagined Places” (like the one above) from the walls of the A.Horn café. The framed photos are now in a corner of the living room, reminding me of our wonderful trip to South Africa a year ago. And they reminded me that I had not…

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semi-desert dream

I still wanted to tell you about the place. It was autumn in the Little Karoo, the semi-desert in South Africa. At 7 am, it already felt like the start of a summer day. It was so quiet I could locate each noise: The one fly buzzing near my ear. The one bird flapping its…

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IMAGINED PLACES – Exhibition opening

“Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places, not just stay at home?” Elizabeth Bishop: Questions of Travel Eine vage Vorstellung zog mich nach Südafrika. Im dortigen Spätsommer fuhr ich sieben Wochen durch das Land. Von Südwesten nach Nordosten, von Kapstadt über die Karoo, die Wild Coast und die Drakensberge nach…

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Between mountains and two seas • Cape Town

Kapstadt ist ein Traum zwischen Bergen und zwei Meeren. Innerhalb weniger Minuten kann man am Strand oder am Startpunkt eines Wanderweges sein. Innerhalb weniger Minuten ist man draußen aus dem Arbeitsalltag. Rhythmusänderung. Reisestart. Wir schlichen die erste Woche um die Stadt drumrum. Schliefen in Scarborough und Muizenberg, fuhren nach Kalk Bay, zum Cape Point, Boulder…

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Wide awake • Cape Town

Travelling allows time for a new rhythm. Like going to bed at 10 pm and waking up at 7 am – with the sun, the roaring of the waves, and the wonderful, curious imagination of the world outside you don’t know yet. Here, place is not just the firm ground, it makes up a new…

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First, summer • Cape Town

This was our first morning, first hours, first summer this year in South Africa. We woke up from an overnight flight and from everyday, accidently and still half-asleep found ourselves driving through a township amongst the hustle of mini buses, braais and shacks. Everybody drove everywhere – we tried to stick to the left lane.…

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the stories we are breathing

“There are stories we like to tell and stories we tell reluctantly with low voices. There are stories we never tell because we barely know them ourselves. Then there are the stories we are breathing, our lives which make so little sense in the moment. I’m beginning finally,  to learn a hard lesson. We can…

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