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From an old tv-set … Partially broken but still a window … showing the news … fassades.
Finally decided to show some of my “Collections”. I am not really sure why I am putting them in here … Maybe because it is something that is so deeply attached and important to me … Maybe it is because I have been asked to show more pictures, and I am still working on the longterm projects etc. So these picture-collections come in quite handy.
Both, my private and my project pictures, are important to me for different reasons, like probably for most of the people who take photographs. I usually use the pictures from my “collections” as reminders … Just visualize butterflies pinned on a piece of cardboard. In a way that is what these pictures are for me. If I have ever heard of a pre-alzheimer brain as spongy as mine, then … I have forgotten about it. I desperately need reminders.
My parents tell me that when I was little I used to carry a huge bag around with me, so I could take home whatever I found worth collecting: seeds, leaves, dried insects, woodpieces, stones, grains, shells, bones, garbage … There still are tons of these things in my parent’s cellar (including the garbage), carefully filled in glasses and jars. And boxes packed with little bags full of sand I took from every beach I was at. Other than that I collected, postcards, stamps, old buttons, hats, airplanespoons, scrap metall, ancient fabrics, ancient paperworks, anything with an interesting structure, anything with crazy patterns … and much more.
The older I got the weirder my collections. Until I moved out of my parent’s place and took my own first tiny student-appartment. 16 square meters (complete with kitchen, bath and an extra little terrace)! The point is, I just love empty appartments and I hate too much stuff around! So I instantly stopped collecting things – out of necessity.
My present appartment is much, much bigger but still: The only extravaganza I allow myself now are my books. I just need to POSSESS them, to have them next to me. I cannot just lend me a good book, because that would be completely unsatisfactory: I have to have my own!
Anything else I feel like I have to keep, I end up putting in boxes which I date (thany you for the idea Mr. Warhol!).
I have to admit that I felt an incredible relief after I stopped collecting things, because it made life so much lighter and easier, but I also felt a terrible loss. I suffert until I got my first digital camera late in 2000 to document my diploma in architecture – a little NIKON Coolpix 1200×1600px – and all of the sudden I had found the perfect way of colleting for my eyes on an immediate way without spending a fortune, messing up my bags and without cluttering my appartment. Ok, it does not smell… and it does not have a texture… but I can remember both by looking at a picture. So it is 99,9% fine with me.
Since then my only worries are that I cannot take pictures while I am editing, and … what to do with all the pictures anyway? How do I preserve them?
I have not found an answer to that yet… Until I find it, I’ll just go on taking pictures for my collections. I cannot help it anyway.
