This picture shows a wall that speaks in silences. The crumbling plaster reveals the deep red brickwork underneath, as if the wall is slowly revealing its history. The combination of brick, concrete and lime plaster forms a visual map of time, where every crack and discolouration testifies to a long life full of alterations, repairs and traces of use.
Metal pipes run above the weathered window - a modern intervention that contrasts with the old materials below. Yet this contrast does not seem disturbing, but rather meaningful: it reminds us how architecture is constantly evolving, how old and new meet in the same breath. The wooden shutters, once sturdy and shiny, now show signs of wear. Their dull paint, flakes and rusty hinges give the picture a melancholic beauty.
This wall is more than a surface; it is an archive of time. Every piece of brick, every crumbling tells a story of hands that built, generations that passed, weather influences that left their mark. In this transience lies precisely the power of the sculpture: it reminds us that stagnant things too are alive, that decay does not mean an end, but a form of transformation.
Photography was born out of passion, but has also become work. I mainly photograph outdoors in greenery and also like to go home and abroad to capture our beautiful world. My specializations are travel photography, nature (landscape and macro) and architecture. My latest work can also.. Read more…