Irène de Groot
Photographer / Visual artist
The streets are filled with scenes offered to the eyes - sieve between privacy and passer-by.
White veiled altars where the favorite performers are often plants, sometimes pampered, often forgotten, withering or dead.
There are also vases with or without flowers, bouquets received and set aside - covered with dust, they mummify.
Everything can be found, sometimes the weirdest objects.
The dirt, the insects trapped in cobwebs have a main featuring in these decors.
And what to say about the reflections sometimes annoying or welcome according to the angle of which they are observed.
It takes a bit of audacity to photograph this "art brut" because it is prohibited. Reprobations and invectives are common.
The windows are seducers that one does not have the right to scrutinize.
I am attracted by these abandoned scenes where ooze despair and melancholy...
White veiled altars where the favorite performers are often plants, sometimes pampered, often forgotten, withering or dead.
There are also vases with or without flowers, bouquets received and set aside - covered with dust, they mummify.
Everything can be found, sometimes the weirdest objects.
The dirt, the insects trapped in cobwebs have a main featuring in these decors.
And what to say about the reflections sometimes annoying or welcome according to the angle of which they are observed.
It takes a bit of audacity to photograph this "art brut" because it is prohibited. Reprobations and invectives are common.
The windows are seducers that one does not have the right to scrutinize.
I am attracted by these abandoned scenes where ooze despair and melancholy...