Contrary to translation, the images from Astrid Korntheuer’s series Nature Morte (“Still Life”) are very much alive.
There’s palpable electricity to the chaotic compositions, like the dimensions of the photographic prints could barely contain the abundance of what is being captured.
Among the miscellany of Nature Morte you find what could be the remnants of a children’s birthday party — tinsel, paper, confetti, streamers, balloons — a tiny glimpse of an event that extends far beyond the confines of the viewfinder.
Whether discovered in nature or staged on set, Korntheur exercises her signature ability to capture order amid disarray. Like an ephemeral glimpse into the artist’s mind, Nature Morte is beautiful disaster where every object feels intentional to the anatomy of the image.