A couple of months ago, I was asked to take part in a local group exhibition commemorating the earthquake that struck Terceira on January 1, 1980. Many of the abandoned spaces captured in my Sonhos Melancholia exhibition are also remnants from this disaster. I have explained my captivation with this spaces in previous posts (nature reclaims itself & of that old house). The allure of plant life taking over the derelict structures feels metaphoric. As if this is a gorgeous yet subtly macabre reminder that we are all fragile living beings and we are able to survive. We are able to find beauty in desolation, and eventually come to grow and thrive again.
It can all feel overwhelmingly miraculous.
this is certainly an interesting one… :)