The Beauty of Decay used to be something that seemed very interesting to me as a person, but most importantly as a photographer.
Time passed and so did relationships. The Beauty of Decay became too external to be fascinating to me, as I got more and more aware of the Decay of Beauty. No matter how beautiful and full of love a relationship might be, it will always leave some sort of trail of erosion. Usually this is a trail through a person’s personality and emotional perception of the world, but relationships can also leave a very physical trail. It can be difficult to find beauty in decay, but the decay of beauty is inevitable. That trail that love leaves behind is like the trail that people leave on landscapes. Things are built slowly and firm, but left behind suddenly and quickly. As a result, the non-existence of love and life creates the perfect circumstances for ruins to live up to their full potential.
Photography is a good tool to capture these ruins, to use your own eye to show the Beauty of Decay to those who find it difficult to see it themselves. As a photographer I couldn’t help but feel bored by it after a while. My true interest shifted to capturing the process of decaying beauty and decaying intimacy. Decay itself is a process, while photography in its nature only captures a moment. To show this process of decay I mutilated my pictures and captured the damage done. By doing this I aim to visually bring decay to my work, as the beauty of the moment and the intimacy had both decayed quickly after the photograph was taken.