txt: A short verse about cities - www.urban-art.info
I have never completely understood what the city is. It possesses an unusual naturalness. A naturalness beyond which I cannot see; it holds me as if I am imprisoned. The city does not only consist of spaces, buildings or streets. It seems to be broken down into wishes, longings and countless references. And often enough the spaces and buildings stand for exactly that: unfulfilled promises. The city is an instrument. It is a giant hostel in which I am but a nomad. The city is like a substitute for everything that I cannot have or be. It is like a stage, an eternally prolonged rehearsal for some postponed premiere. On other days it is the exact opposite and I can feel how those traces and wishes that I have left behind work and merge with others. The city is never silent. It is a place of ceaseless adjustment. And yet it also appears to be empty. It is nowhere and everywhere. It has no centre. The city is an organism without any geometry. It is dissolved in an indeterminate space. To be outside the city, always feels like the absence of the city.Urban Art Photography - www.die-gestalten.de Author: Jürgen Große / Editor: Michael Bonk / Language: bilingual German/English Release: January 2008 / Price: € 49,90 / $ 75,00 / £ 35,00 img: get connected - Passetti on flickr.com
