The Dedes might complain about the lack of consultation, but I decided to have one day per week where I put up images unrelated to the Dedes and I am starting today. (Nothing in my life is entirely unrelated to the Dedes, or to put it another way, the Dedes are very much part of my life.) If Devil was here he would tell me off now for waffling, so I will leave it at this.
Anyway, the image I have put up today is from a photo series called “worst friend ever.” For this series, I photographed mementoes of people who once were dear to me, but I have long lost touch with. I have a lot of these (mementoes and people I have lost touch with). The title of the series is of course a reference to me, not the friends I’ve lost touch with.
This little glass penguin is shown larger than it is in reality. It is in fact only about 1 centimetre tall, but it is larger than life. It was given to me by one of my dearest friends when I was in my early twenties. He brought it back from his first trip to Italy. It was an extremely significant trip for him, as it was the first time he was allowed to leave the country after he was realeased from prison. I can assure you this precious one centimeter high piece of glass carries an entire book inside.
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Ich habe 2 noch kleinere Glaspinguine als Ohrhänger von meinem ersten Italienurlaub mitgebracht.
Kaum vorstellbar, dass es noch kleiner geht!
Es ist auch erstaunlich, dass das kleine Ding all die Umzüge überlebt hat.
I am sentimental too, but there is also something in the power of an object that provokes you to look at it. I often find myself wondering what it is that is holding my attention.
Most of the things I keep are totally worthless and the people who gave them to me have long forgotten… But they are reminders of my personal shortcomings and looking at them can be painful. I am not looking back in regret, I just wish I would have learned a few things faster.