A life without photography. A life that does not need an image or confirmation. Life with another kind of memory. This private photograph was taken for descendants, for the grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As a memento for future generations.
The expression and the posture of the old woman and old man seem to speak of another life. A life that was not glossed over but that was lived as best as it could be and as it was and perhaps just as simply – side by side, as the shoulders touch, as carefully as the collars and shirt sleeves end and as carefully as the rows of button and lines of zips run along their bodies.
The medium of photography, the short exposure, the creation of an image meets a counter-expression. The expression of two people who are silent. Silence is the picture. The direct gaze into the camera is the picture. Their untold story is the picture.
A photograph that does not conjure up a narrative. A photograph that is silent and evokes a strange stillness: Enduring life. With everything that comes and goes, decays, and nothing that cannot happen, in attitude, with folded hands, direct expression, serious, just like generations past – and none other after them.