Afterimage by Jenny Rydhagen:

*Tankstelle*, 2008, © Julian Faulhaber / VG Bildkunst.

I’m currently looking a lot at images like this, which are in a kind of hybrid state between the hyperreal and the abstract, between fact and fiction. It is perhaps not this particular photograph by Julian Faulhaber that fascinates me, but rather the type of photography it represents, images that with crystal clear sharpness depict something with a detailed and zealous attention and yet does not really reveal anything. The image is as expressive as an architectural rendering and I find it both repulsive and attractive this lack of signs or clues. I don't quite know where to fix my gaze in this image, it sweeps over the polished surfaces in search of a little friction, for a rustle on the ground, a withered strand of grit, a crack in the perfection, until it is finally sucked into the darkness somewhere behind the petrol pumps. I’m trying very hard to get into a place I don't really want to be.