On September 14th I shared this picture and wrote on Facebook:
I'm just totally impressed by another photo by Nikolas Brummer, and I tend to call it one of the best portraits ever made not just by him, but by any artist in the world. I can imagine it on the cover of every magazine, every CD, digital music release and on a billboard for a movie release - but he made so many great portraits of himself and others by now that I won't do him justice to rave about this single one.
This is another place, and because of artists like you I'm glad to be still here on deviantART. I don't know the song, but I try to imagine it:
"I close my eyes until I see I don't need hands to touch me be a body
I lean on walls until I stand I touch my face with my hand be a body"
Now I listen to it.
And that's why...
Ich habe nachgedacht über so vieles von dem, worüber wir schon geredet haben, und ich frage mich gerade, was davon ich hier schreiben kann. Aber du bist mutig mit deinen Fotos, mit Bildern wie diesem, und es wäre feige, mit Worten zurück zu stehen. Be a body... - vielleicht ist es ja nicht mehr, und vielleicht ist es auch nicht weniger. Etwas sein, das wirkliches Wissen hat - wirkliches Wissen; nichts Antrainiertes, nichts Erkauftes. Ich glaube, wir dürfen keine Zeit verlieren.
There's a world inside each and everyone of us, and we hold the keys to a mystery within our biological systems. These keys are made to open doors, secret portals that are leading into a lot of worlds: Strange, beautiful, dangerous, but always adventurous worlds.
Du weißt, wo ich das her habe. Und du weißt auch, warum ich gerade jetzt daran denke. Wir haben alle das gleiche Blut.
There is an authentic sadness in your eyes. It truly is beautiful; the sadness. All of the hands are yours...that's insane. Makes me wonder how difficult the shooting or post editing of this was with the variation of the shoulders everytime you moved your hands. You are insanely awesome.
well, it is not just really one thing. I guess it is that all these hands kind of push and pull me ... yet it is nothing more than my own hands. I influence myself so to say. I hurt myself and I comfort myself. the general idea of "i" and "me", I guess that was my aim.