“The end of the world” is how my grand father calls the grave yard. In the process of growing older he forgets words, procedures and relations due to Alzheimer’s desease. I am documenting his presence and the particular and humble way he interacts with his surroundings.
“Onze dagen zijn als een schaduw over de grond. En er is geen stilstand.”
Reflections on water surfaces keep triggering my attention. Those symptoms of life while time passes, are often worthy of a more sensitive way of observation. Stretching time is one way to unravel those movements, changing color gradients, the tectonics of the watersurface. These dynamics are a sensational art performed by the “ordinary” energy incapsulated in wind, water and sun.
A water drop’s fatal collision on its surface doesn’t make the slightest impression on the lakes heartbeat.
Location: Moms secret paradise @ Leekstermeer, The Netherlands.
