"Nothing is real and nothing to hungabout"... Bulb fields, anything more corny to take pictures of than bulb fields? In spring swarms of Japanse and Americans fly in daily to take pictures of these eternal bulb fields. Without doubt, they are special and beautiful, certainly from the air. Just like the French sunflower fields, and the rape seed fields in Flevoland by the way - just having much more colors. However, if you think a bit more about them, they also have something disturbing. All those flowers lined up, ready to have their heads cut off when time is there, just like chicken in the slaughterhouse. And until then they stretch their stems to reach above anyone else. You should photograph these idle and ambitious rascals from the ground up for a change.
No, then I prefer to look at them though my eyelashes, rubbing them to stains, to an impressionistic abstraction, along a vague path to a vague end - in the somehow washed-out colors of suffering and resurrection. Then, in the words of Andreas Gursky on his famous and controversial image
"Rhein 2": "It says a lot using the most minimal means … for me it is an allegorical picture about the meaning of life and how things are."
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