“Sunlight is reflected in the broken glass.
Gently I push the door open and a musty wall of darkness hits me. Eyes slowly adapting.
Feet carrying me into the abyss. The room appears deserted, yet something is present.
Black spider sneaking past my dustcovered shoe. Gasping!
Sheet covered chairs and upside down tables.
Fractured lightbulbs lying lifelessly on the tiled floor.
Dirt twirls elegantly around me as the rugged doorway is passed.
Steps creaking beneath me while ascending towards the room of innocence.
A small carrusel, deserted by the broken porcelain figures.
Time has disintegrated every life.
Colors seem bleak and despaired everywhere my gaze is fixed.
Like a pocket of time. Perfectly preserved.
A wooden object comes into the line of sight.
Broken, yet still oddly mesmerizing.
A doll once, now a limbless being, attacked by the endless cobwebs.”
Gently I push the door open and a musty wall of darkness hits me. Eyes slowly adapting.
Feet carrying me into the abyss. The room appears deserted, yet something is present.
Black spider sneaking past my dustcovered shoe. Gasping!
Sheet covered chairs and upside down tables.
Fractured lightbulbs lying lifelessly on the tiled floor.
Dirt twirls elegantly around me as the rugged doorway is passed.
Steps creaking beneath me while ascending towards the room of innocence.
A small carrusel, deserted by the broken porcelain figures.
Time has disintegrated every life.
Colors seem bleak and despaired everywhere my gaze is fixed.
Like a pocket of time. Perfectly preserved.
A wooden object comes into the line of sight.
Broken, yet still oddly mesmerizing.
A doll once, now a limbless being, attacked by the endless cobwebs.”
- Borcher SS 2011 collection - To experience the full collection please go to www.borcher.net
