Rush

Spending about one and a half year at gas stations, rest stops and side-strips, with a thumb up, often with a destination suggesting cardboard sign in front of the thorax, I roamed the German autobahns from north to south to east to west and always amidst life.Numerous people gave me a lift and decided to share some time with me in a limited space. Thus, many miles slipped away under fast moving tires, many hours have been filled up with caught up sleep, nice chats, deep talks and common silence. Like blood cells we flowed over the veinous roads, from time to time we got stuck in a traffic thrombosis. At least our conversations went on. Some dialogues were silent as breathing at the Baltics, some as deep as the tunnels running through the Alps and some accompanied by mutual laughter.

The images of the landscape, the sky, the traffic lanes which passed by the car windows were too intriguing to let them just flash by and vanish. Thus, I captured them with my camera. The visual poems displayed on the passenger’s window needed to be written down and I was eager to make notes for others to read them.

Regarding a rush in stillness, regardless of the time passing by on the right.

 


 

Artist:

Phuong Tran Minh (DE)

2017/05

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