Renate Zeun Berlin . The ladder

If I did not know better, one might believe I would have missed the boat. The turbulence had run away from the barrier. One side of the city seems empty, the other one overcrowded. I find myself in an in-between zone. Only few people walk along with me to the other side of the wall. A strange silence. Coughing, a child, then the clicking of my camera – the ladder. The ease of the picture contrasting with the difficulty of the execution. 

The LADDER, a dream to be staged.