Der Kunst

Even though I rarely visit exhibitions without a camera I certainly do not photograph a lot when I am there. Partially because shooting a statue or a painting often feels like cheap plagiarism. Being able to compose an interesting frame without blatantly putting the subject in the center can be difficult. There is something extremely satisfying about coming up with a different point of view though and involving visitors is just one of many solutions. I have triggered numerous alarms whilst trying to capture my favorite detail of an installation. Art really seems to have an almost magnetic effect on me.

 

I love to discover the eastern hemisphere through art. The Rietberg Museum in Zurich, Switzerland and the Museum of Eastern Art in Turin, Italy are two of my favorite institutions. Their enormous collections are unparalleled, in my opinion. Then there are all those little time capsules one stumbles across in some godforsaken village in the middle of nowhere. They are proof that an exhibition can be small, almost insignificant at first glance and still hold valuable and important information about culture, history and society. The number of exhibits says nothing about a place. Its the curator's job to unleash the visitor's amazement, to grasp his attention and keep him on a leash until he arrives at the exit door. I like to document just that. I want to see and capture the guidance, the instructions given and try to find out how they manifest themselves inside the museums and galleries of this world.

So this site is partially dedicated to beautiful art pieces and the spaces that display them, but it also celebrates the curators who make the experience noteworthy. Their work makes me bring my camera along everytime I visit a new exhibition. I will keep adding new photos below, so do not hesitate to send me recommendations and opinions on any art event.

The next set of images stems from visits to three different galleries in Napoli, Italy. In the midst of the chaotic city the Madre, the Fondazione Morra Greco and the temporary Andy Warhol exhibition at the Basilica della Pietrasanta become hideaways for anyone overwhelmed by honking scooters, crowded alleys and screaming napoletans.