Photos and text: © José Quintanilla
Time contemplation
Moving along the past, between memory and remembrance, travelling over landscapes covered of emotions and desires.
Discovering the remainings of abandoned buildings, hidden over the years past, covered with desolation and indifference traces, imagining the deep secrets locked in their stones.
Laying eyes over the reminings of oblivion, contemplating the stubborn nature's action which imposes its cycles in order to recover the infridged spaces, flowering among the rubbish.
Claiming alien places, recovering the beauty of what was never made as it is, but created from need and work, fate and modesty.
Being aware of the passage of time, unforgiving, and the discontinuation of material things we hang on, in spite of our brief existence.
"Time, with no support or gravity center to hold on, just rushes, passes by unstoppable"
Byung-Chul Han (The Scent of Time)