Marcel Broothaers Or Marcel Duchamp Or Daniel Spoerri Or Dada Or Fluxus… Somebody Was Here.

Something is far beyond my understanding. I repeatedly find myself documenting found things and found situations that I find to be aesthetic or that express a statement, enough to be photographed. Strange is that those are situations I would never compose myself, for it would be too wanted, too artificial, too forced, too much of a hole dilettantism, to take it with a seriousness deserving attention. Only those in the Dada and Fluxus movements were daring enough to compose such oddities themselves. Furthermore, found art is a field in itself.

Why are such findings attractive to creative minds? The finding resulted in over 60 images.

We seem to see special value in the things we find and I do not understand why.

As soon as I saw this unusual sight, I had to photograph it. Soon enough I had to turn it into a ‘story’ and dramatize with it a bit. Dramatizing is simple. Give some importance to something of apparent irrelevance. However, the dramatization could be done to bring attention to overseen details, to enhance simplicities, to discover new angles.

We never reach the point where we have seen too much. Never could we see too much. We never see enough angles, never enough life.