Amine Haase
Indeed, it is a mistake
that somehow the dead are dead.

[...] The motive is a white carnation on a grave stone. That seems to lay itself like a snow flake onto our memory.
[...] The collective memory seems to petrify under the burden of proof of the documentated testimonies. Art can save us from stagnation. Markus Döhne succeeds with gentle pressure, which is no more serious than frozen tears.