I am fascinated and threatened. I meet princesses and princes. On the street, around the corner, in the next park, around the house.

I read a book about the supressed woman. Later I see a woman crossing the street, walking behind her husband. I don’t know if this is chliché or reality.

Princesses and princes, I meet them in the newspapers. On TV. On the Internet.

I watch a report about the low violence level and about arranged marriages. Women are talking about their pyhsical and mental wounds. About the huge pressure that is put on by their families. Men are talking about honor. And about pride. This is most important, they say.

Princesses and princes. Real pictures mix with reproductions.

I have to make my own picture. Because I don’t know any more what to think. And what I can demand of myself.

How far can I go?

I am staying. With my camera. Even if I don’t know if I can find answers. 

Vienna 2008

62 C-prints, 17 x 26 cm