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Hermn Cater.
SLOVENIA
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1.ALONE, 2008 photography on photo paper 53X40 cm, US$ 300.00
2.ALTER EGO, 2008 photography on photo paper 40X40cm, US$ 300.00
3.AT THE EDGE OF
LIVING, 2008, photography on photo paper 56x40 cm, US$ 300.00
4.HIS LAST CHRISTMAS, 2009 photography on photo paper 56x40 cm, US$
300.00
5.MEAL, 2008 photography on photo paper 53X40 cm, US$ 300.00
6.HOLIDAY, 2008
photography on photo paper 56X40,CM, US$ 300.00
7.MR. STANKO, 2008 photography on photo paper 54X40 cm, US$ 300.00
8.WINE AND BREA,
2008 photography on photo paper 56X40 cm, US$ 300.00 |
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In the mountains in the middle of nowhere, a full hour's walk from the nearest village, I met a man, 80 years old, living alone. His name was Stanko. He was kind and invited me into the house. The house was more than 200 years old. I was shocked when I saw the inside and could not believe somebody could live like this in Europe in the 21st century. The walls were yellow, green and black. There was barely any furniture, just a few pots here and there, an old clock that did not work and some photos taken many decades ago on the wall. The windows were small. What little light they afforded served only to emphasize the house's sparse contents. It is a sad story. I learned that he had nine children, but he lived alone. His wife died long ago. He had little money and would spend all on cigarettes and wine. Yet living alone like this in the country made him happy. He had some land and sheep. I was visiting him frequently and we become friends. The winter of 2008-2009 was very harsh. Lacking a heater and unable to light a fire, he died of cold. I felt a deep sorrow when I learned that he had died. I still remember his eyes. They were like mirrors. Through them you could see the pain suffered by so many. His portraits really move me. Yet they show how life must have been for many even a century ago. To me, Stanko seemed to embody all old and poor people. When one sees these images, many questions arise. One day, we will become old. Who knows how will we die. Alone? Poor? Sick? What is the point of living? My friend, the old man, died. One of his sons inherited the house. He has started to preserve his old home. Photographing Stanko and listening to his stories was a great experience for me. It forced me to intensively think about what matters in life. The collection is also a sociological study. It invites the viewer to think about it.
