Summary
They are those ephemeral places of transit that are only connected by the journey and exist in an interim period. One is not really there yet and actually already gone again. A metaphor of life, you know that you won't stay long.
At two o'clock in the morning local time one is still awake. The TV is on and fills the silent emptiness. At home it is only six o'clock in the evening. You eat alone and drink a last beer at the hotel bar.
Project Text
Twelve Hours explores those spaces suspended in time and place, where one exists both everywhere and nowhere. Hotel rooms, anonymous bars, airport lounges—these are the settings of lives momentarily put on hold, shaped by the disjointed rhythm of time zones and the heavy stillness of universal silence.Through these images, you feel the texture of a sleepless night: the harsh glare of artificial light casting sharp shadows on sterile walls, the sheen of a solitary meal tray, or the soft blur of curtains filtering the glow of a bedside lamp. These seemingly mundane details transform into fragments of visual poetry, revealing the intimacy of in-between moments.Here, the notion of travel transcends physical movement—it becomes introspective, a dive into isolation and estrangement. Each photo captures not a place, but an emotion—that sensation of being out of sync, never fully present, caught between leaving and arriving.
"One is not really there yet, and actually already gone again." This paradox lies at the heart of the series, illustrating a shared human experience. These stolen moments, where time stretches and feels both insignificant and infinite, become a mirror reflecting our own thoughts on the fragility of the present and the fleeting nature of our passage through it.
Twelve Hours is a story of universal pauses, of places where we are left alone with ourselves—in waiting, in transit, always in the temporary.
Twelve Hours or Transit — MATTHIAS KOCH
They are those ephemeral places of transit that are only connected by the journey and exist in an interim period. One is not really there yet and actually already gone again. A metaphor of life, you know that you won't stay long.
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