The Old Gods and the New Print

Abandoned spaces dot the cityscape like blind spots, existing in temporal incongruities they themselves produce. Theirs is a different reality than our own. They are never truly dead, yet never really alive. Precariously treading along the border between life and death, decay and growth, the seen and the unseen, the past and the present, abandoned places confusingly encompass both at the same time, thus leaving the ordinary passer-by overwhelmed with both attraction and revulsion. An uncertainty of what to do, a discrepancy between the wish to look away and the unconscious desire to step into them. My images rely on a sense of scale, introspection and imagery of the mind. Photographing abandoned places is not merely a quest to document a society slowly losing its grandeur and its will to prosper and preserve. Nor is it about seeking grandeur in a collapsing structure. It is rather about provoking a certain get-up-and-go feeling. About reclaiming places deemed inaccessible and/or forbidden. About the deconstruction of everyday life.