Once when I was a kid I was coming back home from a non-profit organization that allowed me and my friend to use their Internet out of office hours.
It was
around 4-30 am in the summer morning.
I was walking through the smaller streets
of my hometown when I found my way into the wide open area in front of the city
hall, the main street crossing it and a park behind it. I could see far in any
direction but I wasn’t able to notice any indication of human presence.
It felt like humans built this city and left. And it was a very strong emotion of our temporality and how nature would not even notice our absence and only cities will evidence our existence.
So in this body of work I set my quest out as to explore life of things after they are no longer used by people. It is like I am trying to imagine what the world will be like when (and if) people are gone. To me it questions worthfulness of our efforts of building things, and a compassion for things that are abandoned.
Some might call it “trash”, but trash is something that is thrown away. I wonder about things that are just left. Why didn’t the owner bother disposing ‘em properly? What happens to roads and passages that are no longer used? Did they simply outlive their usefulness?
What happens to us when we outlive our usefulness?
Where does our road go in the end?
