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Michael Maximilian Heinz alias Michael Max is a self-employed photographer and adventurer born 1990 in Ludwigsburg, Germany.
After a high school and business degree in Switzerland Michael decided to join the LIK Photo & Design Akademie Vienna in 2014 which helped him advance his technical knowledge in digital Photography. In 2015 he went to Dublin to attend Griffith College and obtain a degree in Applied Digital Media. 2016, having spent a year in Ireland Michael embarked on a journey through India, ultimately arriving in Sri Lanka where he created photo projects focused on socio-economic topics in urban as well as rural regions. The time in Sri Lanka had a particular great impact on his photography as well as personal life which made him return to the island ever since.
After new adventures Michael moved to Barcelona where he exhibited photos from his projects including the photo series “Mumbai Nights” and “Jungle Fires” in 2019.
Currently based in Germany and Austria Michael is partnering up with AK Gallerie Berlin to exhibit and offer his works to the public before starting the journey to central America.
The little killing sticks - all what you have to know about live is around and inside this little box… from the outside it promises you gloss and glory and inside, the truth. It implies that everything looks different from the outside than it is inside. Nothing is as golden inside as it seems from the outside .... Promise is different from the truth that it contains ... in family as in business, in wealth as in poverty. Everything has its price and the money costs the most .. As the price of life is death.
How could I put down a description of myself here, black and white, without embellishment or understatement? How objective is a profile? Should not they be friends (do not I have) or family, but do you know one? Or has one ever revealed oneself to one's heart and if so, it was understood. Who can see you? I think none of this is possible.
If I were to assign myself an animal, I would probably be an icy butterfly with a sting of black. Carrying on the snowy wind of my destiny, I'm looking for nothing more, only suppose. As a human, looking at the window, watching the falling rain on the gray roofs, listening to the uniform murmuring sounds of a city, letting the day pass uselessly.
I love Maria Callas, Dalida as well as Jimmy Hendrix and I adore Janis Joplin. My heart carries the Occident as well as the Orient. I care for the old as well as the new with equal dedication. Loathe the Hollywood crap produced for the Comerz. I am constantly looking for "edge products". I love to dance, but unfortunately there are no old-fashioned dance coffees anymore ... extinct. I just do not smoke cigarettes. Love the free spirit of the 60s that I live. I'm not interested in politics. (Rags went, rags came. Amen) What else? What is nicer than drinking champagne from old heavy Baccart glasses and eating Russian eggs with your hands and reading Gengseitig short stories by Rafik Schami. Barefoot to explore a fishing village? At night, on the way home, take a spring roll from the Chinese, as well as eating for 2 days, not to forget the healthy feeling of hunger that cleanses the soul. I love Schuman as much as Cosmic Dancer. I go sledding as in the morning at my work all with the same zest. I write letters like 100 years ago and no one answers. In all my ways I had to go, life taught me to take it as it comes. All the spiky single pieces that give the whole and can not be separated. Just like the soup tastes only with salt. That's how I think, and that's what I am.