This body of work was taken in Sri Lanka after the Tsunami.
I’ve always been fascinated by abandoned places. I believe there‘s an incredible echo of poetry to those forsaken buildings. As if the soul of those that had once lived there had stay attached in some ways to the ground itself.
But most of all the purpose of this serie is to interrogate the notion of interior itself. As desolate as some are, and sometime completely open to the elements, there is still something that drive us there. Even feeling the sun on your head you still have the feel that you are Inside, the spark of excitement of getting in. What makes it so? There’s no more roof, walls are missing but the concept of interior stay. People comes to have a drink, they make fire, they come to sleep and seek shelter, they feel the need to inprint on the walls, they make art. All of this, to me, comes from the inner conscious that, in spite of its state of destruction, those places are all still perceived as interiors as if the fact they had once been so had stay attached to it permanently.
