THE SENSE OF AN ENDINGCORNWALL, UK, 2025
|
I passed by an old church in my neighbourhood which never seemed to be open. I wondered what the atmosphere would've been like a century ago. The entire community would've congregated and socialised for Sunday Service. What is left is a skeleton of the electric body it used to be– a memory of a once thriving hub.
Tucked behind the church, in a damp, dingy corner, was a Japanese camellias bush hanging over the wall. Its metallic green leaves remained, but the only sign of its bloom was a carpet of rotting flowers, damp and discarded like corpses in no-man's-land. The thick blanket of cloud made the corner extremely dark, and I wanted to capture every detail of the flowers, which meant narrowing the aperture and letting in less light. I had to push my camera to the edge of its capability to get the right exposure without compromising sharpness. After a long struggle of tinkering with settings and focus, I got the image. As an artist, I always remember how a scene evokes an emotion. This place gave me a sense of ending. The decaying flowers are the decaying church they rested beside. All things overgrown die, but new things always emerge. |
