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.. leafing through the book about the work of our late friend, I noticed how lovingly he observed his son. And please, take this from me, there’s nothing more difficult then photographing the ones you love. It is and will remain an impossible task because our own memorycard simply can’t handle so many different senses. Photography – and if it should be an art anyway – is the art of remembrance; you look at what once was for a short moment and never, never will come back again. Dear Edwin, wherever you are, and friends, be proud of this book and exhibition ..
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Funeral speech for Edwin © Freddy Rikken
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