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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