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Dec. 16th, 2001 11:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scottobearModern Ruins... some beautiful places to look at, weirdly crumbling. I remember roaming through the bones of what was to be eventually the boynton beach mall, and some of the bigger buildings in homestaed after the hurricane that remind me a lot of these.
The subject of these photographs is as much about what is absent in the images as what is present. They are as much about the people who once inhabited these spaces as it is about the wreck and ruin that is left behind. There is a tension developed in the photographs between what we see in the images and what we imagine the place was once like. The stark absence of people in the images is magnified by the peeling and decay, and the peeling and decay make the absence of people, and their possible stories, that much more poignant.
The asylum, with it's peeling paint reminds me a lot of Gilman's story of the Yellow Wallpaper.
The subject of these photographs is as much about what is absent in the images as what is present. They are as much about the people who once inhabited these spaces as it is about the wreck and ruin that is left behind. There is a tension developed in the photographs between what we see in the images and what we imagine the place was once like. The stark absence of people in the images is magnified by the peeling and decay, and the peeling and decay make the absence of people, and their possible stories, that much more poignant.
The asylum, with it's peeling paint reminds me a lot of Gilman's story of the Yellow Wallpaper.
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Date: 2001-12-16 08:40 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing. I think I might purchase a print or two....particularly like "The Boatyard"
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Date: 2001-12-16 08:42 am (UTC)home sweet home
Date: 2001-12-16 09:05 am (UTC)The other day, while walking the dog, a neighbor spotted me, and asked if I'd moved out of the neighborhood! She was obviously referring to my property's look of abandonment.
Well, I finally replaced the storm window on my front screen door (yay, maybe my heating bill will be lower now!), and in the process I became engrossed in examining the intricate pattern of crackles in the peeling paint thereon. Hey! People buy stuff at the craft store to achieve that rustic look!
Maybe I should get my act together. Nah.....I kinda like imagining the kids passing by on their way home from school, hurrying by and whispering "that place is haunted!" hehehe
Actually, it's not THAT bad...just a glaring contrast to the rows of homes with chemically sprayed lawns and perfectly potted petunias. I get more excited about the fact that my gargoyles are starting to sprout velvety cloaks of moss, and the way the overgrown rose bushes encircle the stone birdbath like a thorny fortress. And it looks eerily cool the way the dead morning glory vines, covered in frost, hang from the rusty pitchfork I abandoned in the rock garden sometime in the summer.
"You must be willing to let go of the life you have planned, in order to live the life that is waiting for you."
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Date: 2001-12-16 01:12 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-12-16 01:14 pm (UTC)