Traces
I love observing, imagining there is always a story behind everything,
traces of us, or traces of time. We are overly familiar with our
everyday, we cannot spare a moment to observe around us.
In my series of "Traces Series 01", some traces reflect immediacy of life's
necessity: a shirt hung on a wire on between trees, communal sinks use by one last family who refuses to leave, a light bulb nail to a wall to lit the kebab stand below, a plug in a socket which is taped to a lamp post, and a door held open by a wire tied to a lamp post. Whichever one it is, it's equally romantic and yet
melancholy.
Old traces give way to the new ones to come with every new
gaze laid upon them, we keep on developing.