How it feels to be on the road , the smell of asphalt after a rain, dust, days without clouds, the horizon on the one zufährt and the ever moves to infinity, the closer you get. The desire to track down his roots in order to reach to himself.
Daniel Angermayr pictures, listen to, not because they have not started yet. They reveal the outlines of a searching soul. His photographs tell of the invasion of unknown size, it harvests. His camera captures this breadth that, the more he seems to be looking at themselves, is manifest and takes on the colors and contours of landscapes and views him more important and closely related people.
Angermayr What drives the fascination that the hidden, the inconspicuous, the imperfect. The disorder, the blur of the scratches. The proof of life in the picture. They are the silent witnesses of a process that in his Images shows.
Daniel Angermayr pictures, listen to, not because they have not started yet. They reveal the outlines of a searching soul. His photographs tell of the invasion of unknown size, it harvests. His camera captures this breadth that, the more he seems to be looking at themselves, is manifest and takes on the colors and contours of landscapes and views him more important and closely related people.
Angermayr What drives the fascination that the hidden, the inconspicuous, the imperfect. The disorder, the blur of the scratches. The proof of life in the picture. They are the silent witnesses of a process that in his Images shows.
Sandra Pfeifer
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