During a lazy stroll through Rome, I entered a photography exhibition almost unaware. The photographs showed images of abondened asylums. Scattered throughout the shots were pieces of brick, broke furniture and surely many memories of that what was here a long time ago. An artist once told me as a child that art is one of the most significant traces of a time gone by. With this extrodinary exhibition in mind, I set out to make a photograph that reminded me of the striking eeriness and absence of human life of the photographs I saw. This was the result.
"attending"; a photograph of a child that dared to sit up front by herself, whilst the orchestra played the most lovely cascades of music.
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