The Macro
Germany, Berlin, Schöneberg. Entering our apartment, my room is the first door in the corridor to the left. It is a small room with a tall window looking out at the backyard, a plane tree that highlights the passing of time as the seasons change, and another residential building with small balconies that have become more lively during the crisis. As we moved into this apartment about a year ago, my partner and I thought it would make sense for me to work in this room, since my work often involves making sounds and noise. A keyboard, random percussion instruments, guitars, speakers, cables, a yoga mat and block, incense, a blue-turquoise shade kilim, as well as composition, meditation, and psychology books, and some novels, make this room unmistakably my own.
Dear Maya – Your “Room” has been a joy to read. As this series continues, I get such a feeling of kinship with those who are contributing. I love the intimacy and honesty of what you have written and your photos which capture the light you describe and all your activities. Thank you!