i love looking through my past photos and seeing consistent themes. it’s funny how sometimes you don’t fully realise you have a ‘thing’ for something until you see that proof before your eyes. a nice kind of confrontation.
one such thing for me is walls, and i guess more specifically painted bricks. is it the uniformity – or sometimes the lack of? is it that i’m seeing something special in something others would consider mundane? am i just a little crazy?
paint splashes, peeling posters, ghost signage, holes and more. there’s definitely a little magic in walls. what do they encase? who lives or works inside them? what history do these walls contain?
do other people even think about walls this much?
OTHER ‘I HAVE THIS THING WITH…’ POSTS:
‘Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors’ – Eugene O’Neill
‘Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage’ – Richard Lovelace