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V A L E N C I A  I N T E R R U P T E D

all pictures were taken between december 2009 and january 2010
Presented at "Festival Fotografia Europea" 2010 - Reggio Emilia
series of 16 pictures; different sizes; digital color print

[…] Houses? But, to be exact, they were houses that were no longer there. Houses that had been demolished, top to bottom. What was there were the other houses that had been standing next to them, tall, neighbouring houses. […] But it was, as it were, not the first wall of the existing houses (that should have been understood) but the last wall of the earlier ones. You could see inside them. On the different floors you could see walls with the paper still sticking to them, and here and there signs of where floors or ceilings had been fixed. […] What was most unforgettable, though, were the walls themselves. The dogged life that had been lived in these rooms refused to be obliterated. It was still there; it clung to the nails that were left, it lingered on the remaining strip of floorboarding, it was huddled up under the little that was left of a corner section. […]

From R. M. Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, 1904-1910.

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