city and colour
Cities can be both, places of community and loneliness, light and darkness, joy and sadness, expectations and disappointments. They are always both. At the same time, for different people. There is a father, overwhelmed by his little girl’s laughter. And there is also this man, sitting on his single table in a Café, hoping someone would finally recognize him. There is no truth about it. Different realities are coexisting. And in the end, the identity of our city is shaped by what we see. Maybe we are in a bad mood and not able to see golden leaves are falling magically? Or the smile face graffiti? Or maybe we are blind to see all lonely people around us. Wouldn’t it be great to open our eyes again to see our cities as if it would be the first time? What do you see? This is Witten, this my city. And this is what I see.
