The Last House on the Left

In an old mountain house for many years no one lives. In the past the house functioned as a guesthouse. Abandoned and neglected each year it is getting worse. However there are still traces of human presence as if time had stopped here. At first glance this empty space hides nothing interesting: destroyed and useless things, old furniture. Among all these elements only after some time details that create a disturbing and melancholic atmosphere start to be visible. Shapes imprinted on the pillows, stains on the sheets, curtains set up by someone on the window sill, kitchen trays ready to be used. These types of details stimulate imagination transforming a seemingly boring subject into a fascinating story. I rather document my feelings and thoughts in relation to the space. I’m more interested in the interpretation and imaginative meaning than naturalistic and objective vision.