Burnt book pages curled on charred wood - Capturing the haunting beauty of stories lost to flame. A Poetic contrast of texture, Memory, & decay.
Time and nature dance together in silent collaboration here. Once a sturdy, unyielding piece of machinery, this rusted chain has surrendered to moss and lichen — tiny green pioneers reclaiming what was lost to decay. In this gentle takeover, we find a quiet story of resilience: even the hardest steel bows to life’s unstoppable march forward.
In this forgotten link, nature stages a quiet revolution. Flecks of yellow lichen and emerald moss wrap themselves around the old metal, turning decay into a tapestry of life. What was once a symbol of strength and utility now becomes a canvas for resilience and rebirth — proof that even the toughest structures can’t resist the gentle, patient hand of the wild.
The single chair waits in silence, its fabric sun-bleached and threadbare, guarding secrets only the peeling paint and dusty floorboards remember. Light spills through broken blinds like forgotten whispers, illuminating the ghost of laughter, arguments, and tears that once filled this space. An empty room—yet so full of stories waiting to be heard by anyone brave enough to sit and listen.