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	<description>A project by Susanne Wehr</description>
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		<title>welcome</title>
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		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/welcome/</link>
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		<title>ideal home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Conjugation A house in the woods. A house at the edge of the woods. The road to the house at the edge of the woods. The house is surrounded by fir trees. The house lies on a slope. The house lies in the middle of the countryside. When we built the house. When [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/ideal-home/</link>
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		<title>picture symmetry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos  Agony of the Real* Think up an art project: Photograph children with their stuffed toys in front of living room cupboard units. Observe the children’s attachment behaviour towards their stuffed toys, their private way of talking to their animals. Fix the children’s gaze onto the eyes of the observer and the parents simultaneously. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/picture-symmetry/</link>
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		<title>icons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Rituale Dressing. Undressing. Mornings. Pulling a sweater over his head. Getting an arm into a sleeve. Wedging the other arm into the pullover. Then, even though it always slips out, pulling it into the sleeve and grabbing the little hand. Then pulling the hand into the narrow sleeve opening. Evenings. Taking off the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/icons/</link>
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		<title>the invisible</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Going back Going back. Pictures that go back, people that go back with their expressions, souls, who go back with their projections. These are my grandparents, for example. They are looking at me from a time before my time, after my time – their expression can be located somewhere in the interim between [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/invisible/</link>
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		<title>landscapes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Aura photography Christmas. This is what Christmas should look like: real tree, real candles, real light, real Christmas carols (at least the beginning of carols and the chorus) in the background, of course, the real Christmas story. Jesus Christ, Bethlehem, the Three Kings on the road from the Orient, stars and angels everywhere, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>performance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Parallel projection The light, the shadows and the colours reveal that this photograph is posed. It must have been planned and contrived. Eroticism is always contrived. You can project your fantasies onto this photograph: is the woman slipping her nightdress on or off? Is the man asleep or just pretending to sleep? Does [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/08/performance/</link>
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		<title>evolution</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Being a Child From what perspective can one say something about this slide? What punctum catches the eye of the observer and what happened in the lead up to this photograph? Is what we see a promise of truth from a private photographer? Quite evidently at the centre of the photograph: A  child, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/07/evolution/</link>
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		<title>blind faith</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Being Different Children’s games. Games children play. Age-old movements, varieties that exist through space and time. Words that are shouted, whispered and remain silent. Hands that carry out rituals and thereby discover new things. The sudden, the unexpected in a repeated occurrence. A breathing-in of existence. In the Now. In movement. And all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.personal-views.com/2010/07/blind-faith/</link>
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		<title>captured moment</title>
		<description><![CDATA[related photos Bricolage To have survived the first half of the 20th century, simply to have survived as a family like this shed in the patchwork of wars and memories, and now to sit tight with coffee and cake and to piece together the collective memory and while speaking, digging up the dead who have [...]]]></description>
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