Exhibitions
Listen to the Land Speak
Irish Views
Photographs und Words
8.11. , 9.11. , 16.11. , 16.11.2025
from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. each day
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Ceid Mile Failte
A hundred thousand times welcome
In Ireland, there are no strangers,
only friends
who haven't had the chance
to meet yet.
Live music at the opening reception
"...smoky and tart, surprisingly tangy, velvety smooth..."
The moods that describe the sound of ‘Frayed Velvet’ are reminiscent of a tasting profile for a matured whisky.
Why just Ireland ?
This exhibition is a tribute to Ireland and its people, and I hope that I have selected images and texts that convey my often very personal impressions and experiences to others.
The landscapes of Ireland never cease to amaze me, leaving me speechless as I experience their many facets.
Irish music is deeply rooted in Celtic heritage and yet is always part of shared everyday experiences.
Ireland's history is largely characterised by centuries of foreign rule by
Vikings, Normans and, above all, the English, by the tragedy of the Great Famine, the suffering of displacement and emigration, but also by many forms of resistance and rebellion.
Despite all the misery, the people of Ireland treat strangers with empathy, friendliness, cosmopolitanism and the ability to show ‘immediate humanity’ even in everyday encounters.
So there are many reasons to travel to Ireland again and again, to have joyful and
enriching experiences, to be impressed, to change, to find myrself and to set off for new horizons again and again.
Rolf Thärichen Murnau 2025
All strangers will experience one thing:
Ireland lives on the edges of time.
The further the journey leads from the fertile east
to the brittle west,
the deeper the past
has dug its traces into the land.
Timelessness, roots into yesterday,
scenic contrasts,
constant changing of the tides...
Ireland has a magical aura.
The stranger enters its circle.
Peter Schünemann 1961
Why Worry ?
In life, there are only two things to worry about:
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well,
there is nothing to worry about:
But if you are sick,
there are only two things to worry about:
Either you get well or you die.
If you get well,
there is nothing to worry about:
But if you die,
there are only two things to worry about:
Either you will go to heaven or to hell.
If you go to heaven,
there is nothing to worry about:
But if you go to hell,
you will be so busy shaking hands
with all your friends.
You won´t have time to worry.
So why worry ?
Molly Malone
Dublin's secret anthem
A beautiful fishmonger,
a floozy who hung out with the students
of Trinity College,
but above all a person
who loved life above all else.
As with many Irish stories,
the factual core remains obscure.
Don´t let truth get in the way
of a good Story
I hope I have piqued your curiosity and look forward to seeing you at the opening or during the exhibition.
Slan
Good Bye
Adieu
Rolf Thärichen
Oops – a whiff
A song of praise for the nuances
words + images
Exhibition Foyer im Rathaus
Untermarkt 13 , 82441 Murnau
1.12. - 30.12.2025
Montag bis Freitag von 8.00 - 12.00 Uhr
Dienstag 14.00 - 16.00 Uhr
Donnerstag 14.00 - 18.00 Uhr
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Huch-ein Hauch_Flyer.pdfPraise for the Nuances
It is about the art of listening and hearing,
instead of always shouting louder, only to be drowned out by all the war cries.
May the words and images open up new paths:
... reading between the lines
... listening into the silence
... fishing in murky waters
... discovering the diversity of nuances in the twilight
... giving the unknown time to find its contours
... perceiving the new out of the corner of your eye
... trusting what cannot be put into words
... waiting to see how the old passes away
... the unheard raises its voice
Fortunately, there is
time between the years
Words and Images
A strange society
They sneak around each other furtively,
eyeing each other suspiciously, or simply stand next to each other,
unable to relate to one another.
While one of the images busily endeavors to illustrate the bare skeleton of words with opulent forms and colors, a small group of words attempts a sober description
to tell the ear what the eye cannot see.
Some words stand entirely on their own
and yet create a clear image.
Other images catch us cold
in our speechlessness or allow us to
immerse ourselves in the flow of our memories.
Or is it all just a confusing kaleidoscope of nuances that ultimately leaves the viewer
alone with themselves?