Why do I always dream of my original family?
Not a night goes by without one of the members of my large family – from young to old – appearing.
Today I dreamed of Grandpa Walther. We visited him in his home, he was lying in bed with his computer and chatting away.
I had to smile because he was about 100 years old.
I dreamed about a psychopath last night, and he was my boyfriend, of all people.
He looked astonishingly similar to the Joker.
I was in the deepest inner distress, because for the life of me I didn’t know how to get rid of him. It was simply terrible. Because I was afraid, he would kill me.
Even so, I was at least making escape plans.
The perfect shot that slipped through my fingers because I had forgotten my camera in my dream: sunbathing people in bikinis lying on flat rocks with depressions. In front of them crystal clear water; behind the buildings of a city, and behind again a picturesque Swiss mountain landscape. It could not be more idyllic.
Shortly before waking up M. was visiting me. We were just lying on the floor together, deeply intertwined. For quite a while. I stroked the back of his head with my hand, just like before.
Last night, I dropped my Leica M10 and it disappeared into the crack between the floorboards. We dug up the floorboards in shock. A whole Leica depot came to light; there was even an old M3 among them! Only mine remained swallowed by the ground.
I was roaming around with my camera and then this: A woman sitting half in the bushes tampering with a meter-sized knuckle of pork. She was so engrossed in the food that my camera and I went unnoticed. Or maybe she just didn’t care about me. Anyway – in my viewfinder her head finally disappeared behind the over-sized giant pig’s knuckle.
My dream was almost over, when a white duck swam through the air past the treetop – please note, it did not fly, but it SWAM. The picture had something immensely peaceful.
I was living in a new apartment right on the top floor. Looking over the roof tops made me feel a little like I was in Paris. Strangely enough, my apartment had a different entrance and exit, which I didn't notice for a long time. I was often confused because I lost my sense of orientation in the apartment.
When I finally understood, I had to laugh and jumped relieved over the exit onto the grayish, glittering roofs.
© Joanna Kosowska
Born in Augsburg in 1971, Baier studied at Bremen University from 1991 to 1995, followed by Graphic Design at the Bremen University of Fine Arts from 1995 to 2002. She works on personal artistic projects, as well as on assignment for magazines, institutions, agencies and clients. She has received numerous grants and awards. She has been a member of the international photography collective UP Photographers, since 2019, and lives in Berlin.