On a certain Saturday morning in March, when Johannes Kant was in a hurry and still decided to go to one of the many nameless Berlin galleries before boarding his return flight to Frankfurt, he did not yet have the slightest idea that his plane was going to depart without him.
Kant was looking for a present and thought why not a picture. Not too big. Just the right size for carry-on baggage.
He did not want to spend a fortune, either. But still enough to make his friend Gregor, who was an expert with art and loved “Eastern Art”, look twice.
He had already looked through seven galleries. The quality of the art for sale was quite remarkable. To be sure, we are talking exclusively drawings by nobodies. But still!
Except – for Gregor, it had to be something special. Above all, Kant did not want to be exposed to ridicule!
Now this eighth gallery, unfortunately, was stifling, small and poorly lit. Everything looked makeshift and seemed to lack concept. A grim, black-clad lady sitting in front of an open laptop asked Kant if she could be of assistance. But he only wanted to look around. Without commitment.
Lonely small-format erasures were hanging on a dirty wall. Kant rather liked the picture in a frame with the tied-up head. It spontaneously created a feeling of trepidation. The arrow-like ends of the tie-up pointed upwards and to the right, seeming to show new ways! But above them was only a dirty ceiling and to the right an empty space. Farther away, there was a picture, larger than the others. And in colour; perhaps acryl. Unfortunately, it was so poorly lit that Kant had to move extremely close in order to make out anything on it.
He asked the lady behind the laptop for more light, but then suddenly turned pale and spent some seconds – like in a state of shock – gazing at this picture in acryl.
The black-clad lady, who gazed back at Kant, seemed in a similar state.#
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