Mittwoch, 8. Februar 2012

Eternity (the waiting III)

Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine
2000 year old people look at me. tender, content, determined, broken...

they waited 70 generations for me to come and will wait another 70 generations for someone else to admire them. 

so much has changed since these expressions were cast on their marble bodies. and so much will change in the millennias to come. but they are eternal. when ever there are humans, their gestures and looks will be with them.

Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine
Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine

Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine

Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine

Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine
Altes Museum Berlin
© Eike-Christian Heine

A kiss in the park (the waiting II)

© Eike-Christian Heine

on another day i go to town to get my hair cut. the weather hasn't changed. but do you see the benches? i once sat there. in summer. kissing a girl. 

nothing is frozen in time. 

the benches are waiting. and they are certain that there will be a couple again. someday in summer. kissing.


© Eike-Christian Heine

© Eike-Christian Heine
© Eike-Christian Heine

© Eike-Christian Heine

© Eike-Christian Heine

Frozen in time (the waiting I)

© Eike-Christian Heine

at the end of january winter is finally coming. and with the first frost comes the first snow. i take a walk out of town. on the fields the wind drives chilly air through the fabric of my jeans. the only sound comes from the snow under my sneakers, my breath and a passing train every now and then.

i stop and wait. the wind has stopped. its quiet. nothing is moving. it seems i am the only thing waiting, i am the only thing living. everything else seems frozen in time.

then i feel the biting cold through my gloves and my shoes. i hurry back home. it is getting darker and even colder. i am pacing towards a heated room and a hot tea. 


© Eike-Christian Heine

© Eike-Christian Heine