Beauty breakdown
Mar 05, 2018
4 minutes
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The crunch of old broken glass under my feet, the rustle of pigeons startled from their sleep on rotting rafters, the musty smell of crumbling walls and the view through a windowless frame that looks over a forgotten wheat field. This is what fuels my imagination.
I’ve always had a fascination with ruins. I think it’s the mystery of them that attracts me. Who lived there? Why did they leave? Was it some family tragedy, like the death of a child or a wife in childbirth, or a farm that became unproductive and had to be abandoned? There is also the immense silence that I find therapeutic in this noisy age of burglar alarms, hooting cars and bustling city life.
Since I was a teenager,
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