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Magic lamp

This is an image from my Memory Pictures Series: When I bought my macro lens, I started to photograph some rather tatty looking mementos I kept for donkey’s years in a box in the spare room. The idea was to finally part with the real objects. I guess this work has helped to move on a few skeletons, though the items are still in the box.

This particular one was an oil lamp, hand-crafted by a very very dear, but of course, long lost friend. I don’t have the urge to rub the lamp, I know the Genie has gone forever. In all the images one can see the settled dust.

sorbische Ostereier These are my mother’s ornamented Easter eggs. They have tradition in the part of Germany where she grew up. An area close to the Polish border in the Eastern part of the country… therefore very inaccessible before the Wall came down, and now very inaccessible for me, as I live on the other side of the world.

I have never seen Easter eggs as beautiful as these. Last year I finally had the chance to photograph them. For me they are laden with stories and emotions about a quiescent, but scary country.

Some people are still keeping up the tradition. I found this page about the craft of the Easter Eggs.