Time is patient

Jul 18, 2020

It’s interesting to so how abandoned and thrown away objects embrace the natural habitat. Once they were part of the human society. The worked and fulfilled a purpose, given by man. Now they are more in a zen-like state of mind. Just being there. Making peace with their surroundings.

The more I walk around in the fields close to where I live, the more I notice things. The objects live often in a state of symbioses with their surrounding. They mimic the shape and structure. The curve or the grass is mimicked by the roundness of the tire. The wire embraces the thorns of a prickly bush.

It’s like all those objects, made by man, hunger to go back to nature. They want to be part of nature once again. Like the lost son returning home after years of wandering through human society. Ashamed but relieved, finally back to where they came from. The rubber band, once part of the rubber tree now making friends with the soil of a foreign country. The chicken wire once forged from the mined iron now protecting the stingy bush.

You look at things differently when you make photos. And it’s not when you look through the viewfinder, but it’s when you don’t use the camera. Before and after the shot. The is an awareness, an understanding. Walking through the fields with a camera gives it to me. A bonding with the places I visit.

The photos are not a documentary, I don’t shoot them to give them a place in eternity. It’s more that I want to understand the relationship between the abandoned objects and their surroundings. How do they cope together? And is it not us, human beings that are actually the misplaced animal that lost contact with their surroundings? Instead of the rubber band and the chicken wire.