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Visions of decrepitude

 

One can attempt to take possession of the world by focusing on its parts.
I first experienced this as a child when I watched my father taking photos: concentrating, like at the shooting gallery once a year, he took aim at his objects / subjects.

Later on I started to read criminal stories - a passion for over 30 years now. The search for evidence, the discovery of overlooked minor details, the time factor, the stalking and the waiting game captivated me. Then the moment arrives when time comes to a standstill and the pieces of the mosaic reveal themselves as an image.

Whilst studying as an art teacher, I discovered the charm of objects that the ravages of time had worked on and altered: things which once had left production all shining and smooth were now developing, without human intervention, into changing structures and colours. Arbitrarily and unstoppably, year after year, organic forms burst out of the surfaces and tell stories to people capable of listening, draw abstract paintings for others, or sing melodies of the elements and the time. Occasions to pause, to lose oneself into other dimensions.

On my forays in the town of Hania, its old quarters and small harbours, I come across these 'frozen moments', I meet overlooked objects, trivial things, transience.

 

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