windowpane

Blurred faces roam the city. Textures fill the void of memories still left to consume. Sitting on a windowpane, through a glass that filters all images, everything comes to a standstill. Warm shadows tear through the cool dust and mould.

These images reveal the present through the lens of the past. With dust and stains, they cover up the parts of the present that the past undoubtedly forgets. They examine a state in which beings become faceless torn apart by motion.