This is a book about a heartbreak and a legend. It is said, that the famous german minstrel Walther von der Vogelweide (c. 1170 – c. 1230) is burried in Wuerzburg. As the saying goes, whoever person suffering from lover‘s grief shall put down flowers to his grave stone. And by the time the flowers have withered, he or she will be relieved,
The book captures my journey on the Deutsche Bahn to Wuerzburg, through the city and to the grave. It is cold winter, wich adds a good portion of drama to the set. On some shots you can see a portrait of the man I am beweeping on my iphone. The tears are quite real, even though they evoke from the self-pity such a staged reality demands. The whole procession, with black lace dress and sparkling wine, was designed to some extend.
The book climaxes when I lay down on the wet gravestone, into the flowers, and pray for Sir Walther von der Vogelweide to ease my pain. The intention of the project must have been to understand myself, to reproduce the absurdity of love and love culture I am blindly following and wich humans have created over time.