Not for sale // only to remember
Torsten
Baumann
blank sheets, and what's beneath. sometimes there's' words. often there aren't.
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Selected work
pictures to keep
An arvo in the garden a long time ago, a loaned camera, black-and-white film. A good day
it's expensive to be poor
A shopfront I couldn't walk past. Someone printed it sixteen times and meant it every time.
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BENEATH
Some rooms outlive their purpose.
An arrivals hall with nothing arriving. Red beams overhead. A grand facade with a dreamlike back-story and little use. But that's really all that's left.
— Berlin-Tempelhof
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Notes
filed, not datedFiled under · Process
Building a shed to make dust in
Six drawings, no timber, and a growing suspicion that the drawing was always the point.
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