These greenhouses remind me of man made skeletons, prefabricated corpses of the Anthropocene, lost in the heart of the forest, with their discarded metal bones forming the framework for a new organism. Branches investigate through the roof, and the overgrowth burgeons on each side. What remains in the contents of their bellies, a time capsule of semi preserved material… broken furniture, decades old newspapers still spouting the same trash that they currently do. A children’s picture box, repurposed as a spider’s nest. Piles of miscellany which you could be sure were hiding a murder victim’s remains. On that point, I am sure that when I arrived here, I saw someone move through the forest. A brief, dark blue blur which moved away as I spoke. This place had a different, slightly darker vibe than the last. Especially with the smashed in car parked outside and rotten garage, unlocked and full of waterlogged, decaying family memories. 😭😬 Who were these people and why was the property left in such a state? It’s almost like they just upped and left. Or maybe they died.

I found an old videotape, and a plastic ice cream tub containing dozens of vintage Spanish matchboxes, each with a beautiful design on them.

Will try to post them at a later date.



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Tom