Sabine is a mourning photographer: ‘Love babies, but photographing them? That made me very unhappy’ | Top stories Westland

There he lies: laid out in an open coffin, hands clasped. His skin is pale, almost pale. Death has taken all the colors with it. Yet the gray whole is broken. With festive confetti, which a grandchild has sprinkled over him. Sabine van Maren captured it with her camera.