The planted stone tub under the arcade looks beautiful; out in the street someone is trying to start his vehicle. And what’s this, behind that column? The tail of a dog? We see unobtrusive but well-composed images with the people (mostly elderly) blending in – quietly and idiosyncratically. Scratching lottery tickets and chopping wood, drinking coffee and sitting on benches. Until at night the village becomes haunted …

Carolin Weidner