Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Günther Kaip

“Or among photographs that open up and let everyone in, into tomorrow, into days past; everything grows near, und there, on the table in the farthest corner of the walled garden, a glass of cherry juice against a faraway thunderstorm, a tree reaching into clouds with naked branches, a swing with frayed ropes; and thousands of shores later, there’s rustling, rippling where water washes up on chunks of music and silence.”