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  • Three weeks ago I went to an open studio of two Munich artists.

    Walking into the flat, I found myself surrounded by the artists recent creations.

    Walking down a narrow hallway, Cyril pointed to a door on the right. Peeking into the room, I saw a pair of boots covered with paint and snapped a photo. I also saw stacks of paintings lining all the walls.

    Iris thought it was funny that I took a photo of her painting shoes but they were a symbol of a
    productive artist.

    After an hour, I walked down five flight of stairs to the street and headed towards the subway, thinking about their art. The idea of an exhibition simmering in my brain. After awhile, I stopped thinking about their art and thought about the boots, the studio and the apartment that held all their art. Scanning my memory, I realized that this couple did not have a couch anywhere in the flat.

    Could that be the secret?

    I'm getting rid of my couch. A chair is good enough for me.

    [photograph by Emmy Horstkamp]
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