Here is a flower from Easter Island on this building. They fit in a perfect match to me!
Following my City Idyll project.
Still walking for hours, days or months around cities to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, scrutinize the heights an obsession.
Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Then you meet the shambles of bull’s-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes who dream to escape.
Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another. And finally because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera.
The more I work on this project, the more I’m looking to succeed in making pictures where it takes a little time to understand the limits of each part. The intricacy of the elements, inextricably intertwined.