Graf van Karl Wilhelm Naundorff, mogelijk de zoon van de Franse koning Lodewijk XVI c. 1901s

This photograph of the grave of Karl Wilhelm Naundorff, possibly the son of the French King Louis XVI, was captured by David Vermeulen. The sepia tone gives the scene a kind of hazy, dreamlike feel, and it's interesting to think about how the image itself becomes a kind of marker of time and memory. It's easy to get hung up on the ‘what’ and ‘who’ of art, but sometimes it’s more rewarding to embrace the unknown. There is something nice about the inscription too, which feels more personal, and contrasts with the heavy subject matter. I like that it doesn't give everything away. It’s more of a suggestion, an invitation to piece things together. Maybe this reminds me a little bit of the work of Sophie Calle, in the sense of how both artists try to make visible an absence, a question mark, and play with the tension between storytelling and withholding. So, what do you think? What story does this photograph whisper to you?