Not too far from my home town, there is a derelict hospital, perched on the top of a cliff and overlooking a small town of 12,000, which my family would often pass on our way south. Growing up, I created scenarios in my mind of what could possibly live inside the building's faded walls and shattered windows. Over the years and constant reinvention of these nightmares, one aspect would faultlessly remain the same - the creatures' stretched and malnourished arms.
Finally, a week before my 18th birthday, I had the opportunity to explore and photograph the hospital that had fascinated my imagination for years. These are my visual transcriptions.
The resulting small series of photographs, "Hosts", explores and blurs the hazy lines between reality and the surreal, examining what may lie just beyond our view. The series documents the death of a harshly beautiful, yet almost forgotten piece of history, while visualising and recreating the eerie semblance of my thoughts left in the building's wake.
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