25/11/2024
This is the story of a countryside house that became vacant three years ago. Its last resident was an elderly man. Perhaps he was ill, or maybe he suffered from depression or alcoholism, or he was just very old. One way or another, he lived in a single room. In that room, he cooked, slept, and even washed himself. He stopped taking care of himself, the house, and the garden. Three years ago, his son moved him to a senior home. Since then, the house has been completely empty. The plants in the garden grew wild, and the bilding began to fall into disrepair. Nature started reclaiming it.
By a twist of fate, my partner and I became the ones to take on the restoration of this house. Neighbors living nearby tell us they’re very glad the house has found an owner and will come to life once again.
The story of this place touched me deeply. In some way, it reminds me of old Europe, which no longer has the strength of its former glory: powder crumbles from its face, lace has worn and faded, and all it longs for is peace...
Along with the house, I came into possession of a roll of old drafting paper, yellowed with age. And I realized that this year, I want to tell the story of this place on these four small squares.
Materials: ink, old paper. 20x20 cm
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