Meir Wachenheimer en zijn vrouw Mathilde Wachenheimer-Wertheimer op bezoek bij hun zoon Eugen Wachenheimer en schoondochter Else Wachenheimer-Moos, vermoedelijk 1928, vermoedelijk Neurenberg 1928

These black and white photographs capture the Wachenheimer family, probably in Nuremberg, around 1928. There's a directness to the image, a sense of time standing still. It’s all about the details, the textures, and the little surprises you find when you really look. Think about the contrast between the stark white of the chair and the dark clothing. There’s a tension there, a push and pull that keeps the eye moving. The way the light falls, creating subtle variations in tone, reminds me of the way Gerhard Richter plays with light and shadow in his paintings. There’s a similar sense of ambiguity, a refusal to give us all the answers. The hand-written caption at the bottom of the page feels almost like a drawing in itself. It's a reminder that art isn't just about what's on the canvas, but about the stories we tell ourselves, the connections we make.