I tried to imagine the photograph without the “decay” signs around and below the spouts, and felt that the photography would be absolutely sterile. I is funny how decay can feel sort of liberating.
All those neat and new parts won’t breathe life, I think. I guess, that’s why we so often fall in love with the weathered and decayed things. I was in Venice recently, and this place is the counterpoint to all our concepts of new, clean, neat and fresh. Probably that’s why so many love it.
I tried to imagine the photograph without the “decay” signs around and below the spouts, and felt that the photography would be absolutely sterile. I is funny how decay can feel sort of liberating.
All those neat and new parts won’t breathe life, I think. I guess, that’s why we so often fall in love with the weathered and decayed things. I was in Venice recently, and this place is the counterpoint to all our concepts of new, clean, neat and fresh. Probably that’s why so many love it.