invisible walls - Coffeehouse - Kiel Gaarden 2013
There is a certain feeling I have when I get close to these places. It is a feeling growing in your head, expanding until it overcomes and lames you. Very close to your self, very constricting.
So when it came to enter these rooms, I got into panic and the only thing I could think of was getting away and that’s what I did on the first day. So it really steered my behavior. That was a weird, strange and somehow existential experience.
I wanted to get to know more about this unverified angst. Cause it tells something about perception and about cultural peculiarities. I decided to stuck with the idea of entering these rooms and taking portraits of the men inside.
These houses are part of my culture. A location only for males, where women are not tolerated. There is this connotation between women who go there and impureness. Gossip is a big part of this culture. However there is also a causal connection between the behavior of a woman and the honor of her family.
Somehow you are instinctual guarding yourself and your family from getting this image and from the gossip it implicates. It becomes kind of a social pressure like invisible walls you cannot cross.