Kodak Tri X: straight into the future and right to ruin

Kodak Tri X - Leica M Elmarit 28 asph. Fröslevlejren | © mare.photo

With the classic feature film Kodak Tri X and the Leica M7 + Elmarit 2.8 28 asph. new this series was created on a foggy morning in the former concentration camp Frøslevlejren. The idea for this has been in my mind for some time, because I have been thinking for a long time about telling my feelings about the current handling of emigrants and refugees from other parts of the world in pictures.

With the Kodak Tri X in the Fröslev camp

We experience a development of egomania, fear, agitation and radicalization at a pace known from the digital revolution. Even before Christian and democratic parties and allegedly Christian communities, such zeitgeist does not stop.
For a long time this development has been driving me around. Now it was time to capture my feelings and thoughts. Images that recall a time when there was such a development that ended in tragedy. Today, to my thoughts, I have equipped the Leica with the Kodak Tri X and am on my way to Fröslevlejren.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

The current debate about refugees and the occupation of vocabulary that moved me to the time of the Third Reich are the trigger for this series. It is some people who call themselves politicians, even Democrats and also promote with Christianity and social, no longer about the plight of the people but alone to their own demonstration of power. They use their voters’ fears and play down the distress and danger of many people who are fleeing to an unbearable extent. They no longer differentiate between people in need and extremists, but with the latter by their behavior on a common level.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

I would like a differentiated and factual debate when it comes to dealing with people, no matter where they come from. Populism and radicalism led to the establishment of the camp, which I have portrayed here. Violence always begins with the word or with a picture. From this we should learn and be human in dealing with people.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

With this series I would like to invite you to express yourself with your feelings and thoughts in pictures. First of all, this raises the question of why I take pictures. What do I want to express? If I then looked for my topic, first come the thoughts about how.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

In this case I know the memorial Frøslevlejren near the Danish-German border. I’ve visited and photographed her many times. But in my pictures of her story she was too beautiful for me. The pictures conveyed how well people in a camp have it.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

One morning in the spring there was thick fog. Just the right weather to reflect the soul of such a place. To illustrate the dreariness and hopelessness of such a device, I chose a high-contrast black and white film that played a huge role in earlier reports and dominated pretty much any recording situation: the Kodak Tri-X. Often, war and distress were documented with this film. The Leica as a camera reminds me again and again of people who also caught with her the dangerous and inhumane places of the world. And to the Leitz family, who saved many Jews from annihilation through their Leica work, regardless of their own safety.

Now it was time to hurry up and wait for the right mist density. Because when fog disappears, he does it fast. But he had to be so close that a certain spatial depth would be recognizable.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Years ago, I began to develop series of pictures on specific topics. Often the thoughts and the search for suitable motives have been the hardest part ever since. Previous thoughts were, for which I photograph at all. The answer I have for me after many inner discussions in the following words:

The loud sounds are enough. It is the quiet, the sounds of the images that open our soul.

Sometimes I compare a picture series with a composition since then. Then a song comes to my mind in a picture or a picture develops into inner pictures. To this series I recalled the Gospel Blowin ‘in the Wind of 1962. And perhaps it was similar motives of the copywriter Bob Dylan to put pictures in words as I am trying here to bring words into pictures. Suddenly images and words of two different people, who have never met.

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must the white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

 

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

Fröslevlejren Danmark | © mare.photo

This series is not about pursuing a specific refugee policy. It will not be the one solution. On the one hand, it is about perceiving people as human beings and dealing with them so that they have a good perspective. On the other hand, it is important to have an own, differentiated, respectful, opinion and to express it. And this can, as this contribution hopefully shows, be quite visible through images.

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