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What would Bowie say?
I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
Hanna Schaichs use of camera evokes changing empathy. I wonder whether I should feel jealousy or pity for these animals.
Their life looks so idyllic. They eat, sleep, drink. But as soon as the camera moves further away and enables me to see another frame, I realize their imprisonment and dependency. So is freedom just a question of angle?
Text: Katinka Pleger