which is yours?

a story about a little village from not so far away

there was a villageclose to the seasideits beachhad the most wonderful palmtreesand duneswith the best smellinglavender bushes

love flowed like waterkisses were flying everywherethe sun shone goldenand the sound of the oceanwould put a smileon every puppets face

there were bubble gumsand dreams too

one bubble gum burst

masks became fashionableevery one put them onhiding everyone´s beautyand honesty

soon the puppets got entangledand the cords teared out their insides

eyes got lostorgans fell outtongues were eatentime got caughtright and wrong became wordsfast bullets were fired from faked guns

tears flowed like waterpeople shuddered with fearsome diedsome ran away before they diedand some very few escapedto the seaside resortwhere fed lust, gluttony, glitterand excessful masturbationmade an unconcernedand nice living

one day a blue car from Siberia arrivedthere was a celesta in the trunk

when the car drove awayit took the war with itand with it all the habitants were gone too

even the seaside resort got abandonedand no one would keep on writingabout that village

only Pierrots little make up bagwas left

introduction

puppet without strings

bubbles (she doesn‘t matter on the left)

be your ownhowever it may not work out

puppet with strings

happiness is knowing what you want

do you wanna?

I‘ll give you my heart

there you go have fun

snow blindness

seaside resort I

with hidden lavender bushes

these clouds were far away from the seaside resortbut you could hear two people talking

do you wanna?

no I don‘t... I‘m a hunter and escaping myself

this is the second floor

when you look out the window you can see an old celesta

made of smooth and precious wood

unfortunately that celesta has a strong basement smell

before/after (taking off her mask)

that was a joke

are you sure?

bump

a bullet had been shot in that hand a bullet had been shot in that head

both people from these two pages were still unidentifiedwe didn‘t know if they had died because of the bullet

or out of fear of the bullet arriving

I left my glasses in Siberia and lost my eyes far away

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seaside resort II

I sold my blue BMW

there are many masks

which is yours?

I had not yet found my eyes when the free train passedand the celesta started playing across the street

there is no watch coming with it

boom boom boom

life is like a bubble gum

but my bubble gum is burst

why don‘t you eat a tree then?

there are flowers on it

we are the ones who eat tongues

what you want is a heaven

I can‘t find my bubble gum

I need to get away

before I get lost

I had been walking on water before I sat down and read about the woman who had sold her blue BMW

nobody ever saw that car again they say the inside smelled of lavender

there was something important inside when the picture was made

it was filled with void and nothing else would fit inside because the void spread the whole inside

Anina RubinStresemannstr 66A • 10963 Berlin • +4917638234999

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photographs and texts by Anina Rubin

special thanks to

Anne-Laure Menning De NobletAxel Menning De Noblet

Ben BeiBen Krafft

Christoph AndrewsChloé SerresFrederic AueJuri Maier

Kartsen EhlersLuc SpadaMani Nejad

Mariette BrosiusTimothy Wiehn

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