“A woman of about forty-two or forty-three often goes for walks in the Schillerwiese, a vast park in a German city. She always takes a small digital camera and spends her time there photographing little girls when they urinate behind trees. Even though it’s really the girls she’s interested in, she’ll sometimes photograph the boys, though for some reason she finds this completely unappealing, since urinating is easier for boys. She’s always by the sandbox and the playground, and if you saw her you’d assume she was the mother of one of the children playing rather than some busybody, even though those who see her regularly and are aware of her peculiarities do, without doubting in the least her role as a mother, feel sorry for the woman’s children without knowing who they might be.” [Sigue leyendo]
The Brooklyn Rail, junio de 2017.