Marba en Eckart Titzenthaler, kinderen van de fotograaf, op een balkon 1918 - 1919

Waldemar Titzenthaler captured his children, Marba and Eckart, on a balcony, using photography. Look at the light filtering in – it is like soft, diffused silver. I can almost feel the photographer’s breath held as he waited for the right moment. What was it like for Titzenthaler to photograph his children? Was it a moment of pride, of seeing their beauty and wanting to hold onto it? The texture is so important – it gives the image its depth and feel. The lace curtain, the children's little dresses. Each element has a part to play. They speak of the everyday, yet they’re elevated through light and composition. I think all artists are doing that, right? Learning from what came before, adding our own spin, and hoping that someone, somewhere, will feel something when they see it. Photography, like painting, is a way of freezing a moment, embracing its ambiguity, and inviting others to interpret it in their own way.