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I was asked by BILDKUNST.DE

to delete the images by
(these were the names spelled out)


Loretta Lux,
Man Ray,
Valie Export,
August Sander
Lotte Reiniger


and every other artist represented by them or to pay a fee for publishing their images.
They represent around 126 000 artists from around the world.


Now I was expected to look up in their database to see
whom they stand for.
I just made one test: Both Jochen Lempert and Arne Schmitt, favorites of mine,
are represented by “Verwertungsgesellschaft Bild-Kunst”.

I got the impression that they were asking me to destroy my blog.
I closed “Time Machine” for around a week.


I was quite defiant. And I felt pain.


All those beautiful images,
by August Sander, and Lotte Reiniger,
hard to find on the web,
Man Ray´s great flat iron,
Valie Export´s timeless happening,
Loretta Lux´s empty images,


work by


Anton Räderscheidt
Arnold Obermatt
Bernhard Blume
Boris Mikhailov
Bruce Naumann
Dagmar Keller&Martin Wittwer
Dirk Braeckman
Eva Leitolf
Hans Peter Feldmann
Heinrich Riebesehl
Herbert Bayer
Jitka Hanzlova
Kurt Schwitters
Käthe Kollwitz
Louise Bourgeois
Man Ray
Peter Piller
Pierre Molnier
Sigmar Polke

I was asked to delete.


I deleted the artwork,
and changed my mind about closing my blog.


I am working on it for my fun,
and for the enjoyment of people interested in photography and art.
There is no income generated whatsoever by this site for me.


Many of the images I here are floating all over the net,
other images I scanned to upload them to my blog.
To share them, to enrich the world with the work of artists I do admire.


No, my blog probably isn´t important,
but it is part of what I would call our common wealth.


I don´t think that I am the source of income losses for the artist,
or anybody else.


Art as part of everyday life,
art easily accessible by everybody without barriers and fees,
art as part of the free flow of thoughts and


But not in the case of artist represented by Bild-Kunst.
No more artists represented by Bild-Kunst for me.


Life goes on.

Behind and before the fenced garden.