Leprozenkolonie Danaradja: personeel en bezoeker 1922

Here are three faded photographs mounted on card, showing a leper colony called Danaradja, its staff and a visitor. You know, when I look at old photographs, I think about touch. How the chemicals and the light meet to make a surface, like skin? And how the people in the picture might have touched the same light, the same air, as the photographer? These pictures feel like they were made with a kind of care, maybe a bit shaky, a bit overexposed, but still, someone wanted to record this. I wonder about the people in the images, about their lives, their stories. I imagine the photographer carefully composing each shot, trying to capture something essential about this place and the people who lived and worked there. There is a beauty in the everyday. These photos remind me that even in the most difficult circumstances, there is still the possibility for connection, for dignity, for life.