Broken Binoculars

My father was a hunter. His field glasses were made in the German Democratic Republic and of outstanding quality. Shortly before he died, I accidently dropped it from the wardrobe and it broke just as my father did a few days later. In the days to come, my family broke too.What was left to me was this quarried piece of the prism of his binocular. I exchange it for an artwork of nature’s infinite silence.



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