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What are the roots that clutch, what branches
grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is a shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handfull of dust.
T.S. Eliot - The Wasteland
Urban Dialectics is a photographic platform
that represents the city as a place of transition, a dialogue between
humankind and its environment. Our lives are an ongoing struggle against
the chaotic impulses of nature, a battle against the forces that knaw
away at every foundation that's laid down, born from the denial of our
true selves. Whenever we lose our guard, decay sets in. We are constantly
engaged in futile attempts to gain control of our fragmented perception.
This is reflected in the way we structure our habitats: with squares
and straight lines. We strive to maintain a highly fragile status quo
and cling to a lineair order that doesn't exist. We like to think we
control our environment, but in reality it controls us.
Apart from that it's just me with a camera shooting
whatever I find visually appealing/appalling (same difference). More
will follow.
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