Lot 25
Someday. Edition 2/15
Lot Details

Henry Lohmeyer || Photographer I take photos. I write words. I listen to songs. I suppose in the beginning I made photographs to heal, isolating myself from those closest to me. That was then, I now find the beauty in the isolated, the notably normally unseen subject. While I still work to heal and be present, I take photographs today to celebrate others and for me to grow, embracing an indescribable connection with others. I like to feel that my photographs look both outward and inward. Ultimately I can only speak to my intentions and let the perceptions fall where they may. Truth is, I have very little aspirations to be on a wall of a home or gallery or in a book, unless it changes another—causing reflection, maybe a scratch of the pause I feel each time I look through my viewfinder. At times, making a photograph gives me more questions than answers. So, I write words.

Lot 25
sold
Henry Lohmeyer
Someday. Edition 2/15, 2023
Hahnemuhle archival cotton paper, with rag torn edges
23 x 15 cm
Lot closed:
7 July 202407:32:30.000 PM • Online
Zurich, Switzerland
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Estimate: 1,500 - 3,000 EUR
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Lot Details

Henry Lohmeyer || Photographer I take photos. I write words. I listen to songs. I suppose in the beginning I made photographs to heal, isolating myself from those closest to me. That was then, I now find the beauty in the isolated, the notably normally unseen subject. While I still work to heal and be present, I take photographs today to celebrate others and for me to grow, embracing an indescribable connection with others. I like to feel that my photographs look both outward and inward. Ultimately I can only speak to my intentions and let the perceptions fall where they may. Truth is, I have very little aspirations to be on a wall of a home or gallery or in a book, unless it changes another—causing reflection, maybe a scratch of the pause I feel each time I look through my viewfinder. At times, making a photograph gives me more questions than answers. So, I write words.