Berlin bhf.- Currywurst
“...The starting point has to be this interaction, the gentle interplay between being touched and untouchable, of being familiar and a stranger. It is present but abstract at the same time. Being home, no matter how relative it is, is always routine and repetition...” Lajos Parti Nagy: The red lion (2002.)
Berlin bhf. - In vain
“...If the most important thing is freedom, the devil wouldn’t possibly want more than to take it from one by binding them to bad habits. These habits then drag the soul to ignorance and an animalistic existence... She went to the window and stared at the dark, empty streets through the curtain. She slowly understood that she was lost. She had fallen in love with that man...” Erno Sziv: Black Berlin notebook (1997.)
Berlin bhf. - Trapped
“...Perhaps it doesn’t qualify as literary exaggeration to say that the room was full of the shadowy figures of wild visions...One always carries his paranoia with him wherever he goes...We don’t really want to let this noise close to us, just like we refuse to acknowledge the idea of a serious sickness... Outside? The Outside has its own inside too...” Gyorgy Konrad: Remembrance of West Berlin (1987.)
Berli bhf. - Giant
“...In West Berlin on Stayloyalstreet I had pizza dinner in front of a restaurant with four or five other tables next to mine, all empty, maybe because of the black rain that was dripping... A tiny waiter stopped by my table: “Mr. Goliath, am I right?” To my affirmative answer, he gave me a letter And while I was looking for the sender, He hit my face with a hot Cheese, tomato and salami topped pizza. ...the big house started spinning before me I was lying on the cobblestone in the rain And knew I was going to die hungry – The corpse ravaged by a hundred rats A thousand flies covering dead rats, The small eats the bigger – Times are tough for Goliath Times are good for little David.” Istvan Eorsi: On Stayloyalstreet (1982.)
Berlin bhf.- The boy
“...Everything has a sense, a meaning. Everything is a part of something, fits into something... but it seems as though this somehow doesn’t apply to Berlin, to West Berlin more precisely. This is why I mostly stayed home, curled up, seeing the spy and the enemy in everybody…This was even worse than loneliness…a vacuum, a hole that cannot be filled, a throbbing, aching wound... Despite all this, I long for it now because back then M was still with me... and we played with marbles in the hall of out apartment... “ Imre Oravecz: Berlin battle (1988.)
Berlin bhf. - Crystal night
“...The object of the rage usually remains indefinite. One can only decipher the trail of this anger. Rain was dripping from the alder: a tap has been opened and the tubes fixed on the branches started spraying water. The man, with the hammer held against his chest, was soaking under the tree on the sunny square, his face indifferent...” Zsolt Lang: Mystery (2004.)
Berlin bhf.- Still life
“...You got a present, when you found no joy in it anymore. You arrived late because you were born early. You were raised in a bubble...Sleepless, you are tossing and turning in your bed, you accept that your breathing has become heavy, you get up, fumbling around in the dark, you think about close friends who have now passed. You have a glass of sugary water and reach out for the apple on your bedside table...You would certainly find your way around better if you weren’t surrounded by the material world. Reality prevents you from monitoring your fantasies... Maybe not having a country makes you the prisoner of some imaginary homeland...” Laszlo Vegell: Nach Berlin (1989.)
Berlin bhf. - Home altar
“...For a while now dual centers, penetrability and divided systems have been amazing me. This meditational space is not in the middle of the room, but rather in one of the elliptic centers, leaving the other center free, empty, where one is free to walk around, where roads cross each other. I enter this space so tight from outside but expanding so naturally on the inside...” Ferenc Szijj: Vertigo in Berlin (2004.)
Berlin bhf. - Couple in bed
“...Isn’t this shock I act to myself just a stage? After all, what is a play but an effort of the inevitable present to experience the past or the future?...The stage only makes this constant confusion of time and space visible...if I make myself disappear from my own present as an experiment! If my imagination places it on a stage... “What a play! But it’s only a play!...” Peter Nadas: Berlin grey (1973.)
Berlin bhf.
I’m interested in the dialogue between photography and literature, though these texts are inspirational and rather give a common atmosphere for all images then illustrate one photograph.
The scenes take places in different interiors of Berlin and Budapest, show feelings and relations through these moments of transitions.
Through my visually coherent series I wanted to emphasize the common aspect of rootlessness and alienation, the permanent feeling of outcast and the desire of being integrated.
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