Else Wachenheimer-Moos en haar echtgenoot Eugen Wachenheimer tijdens een uitstapje met de auto in de natuur, 1927, Bulgarije 1927

This photograph of Else Wachenheimer-Moos and her husband Eugen in Bulgaria during a car trip in 1927, probably taken by another family member, has such a simple, direct quality. It’s the texture that gets me. The way the paper looks aged, like the surface of an old canvas, with those accidental marks and faded tones. It's as though time itself has become part of the image. Look at how the contrast and the monochrome palette affect the way we see the scene, it's like the photo is a memory, rather than a depiction of something actually seen. It reminds me a bit of some of the more personal work of artists like Gerhard Richter who are also interested in how photography and painting intersect. It makes you think about how art is a conversation across time. We are all looking, remembering, and reinterpreting. The beauty is in the imperfection, in the little quirks that give it character.