These anonymous spaces date back to the early 20th century. Empty
for a few decades, they are now forgotten spaces stuck in the past. What
do these empty walls enclose?
Each and everyone who has ever
passed through the door had etched stories into these walls. As
occupants come and leave, each room has its own story to tell... What
grand stories happened here? Love, longing, hatred, anger, happiness,
joy, bliss, calmness...
Each room is a self contained world, a
universe in miniature. Each and everyone who had ever stepped into this
room leaves behind a bit, a memory, an object, a marking... And thus the
collective memories and records of actions and doings of over 80 years
are trapped in the enclosing walls.
gone, echoes dissipated, memories fade. All that remains are the walls
within which it all happens. Even so, paint peels, walls crumble.. any
attempt by the observer to link any specific marking, any remaining
object in the room, to any specific event would be a fruitless effort.
Only ruins remain.. ruins of the physical and metaphysical products of those events in of time long past.