All that remains of Christian Eisenberger’s artistic interventions in nature are photographs. Branches are stacked into a tower, pine cones are laid out in a chessboard pattern. But the artistic arrangements of ice, snow, leaves or pine needles melt or are carried away by the wind. ‘Without the invention of the camera, no one would know what was there, what I was doing,’ says Eisenberger. His photographs record fleeting interventions in the landscape, poetic narratives of transience and the fragile relationship between man and nature, life and death.
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Christian Eisenberger
