Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The watching window
There is something about derelict buildings that draws me. Peeling paint, cracked windows, glimpses into the past life of strangers amongst overgrown gardens and rusting mail boxes.
I came across this house in a narrow road near the sea. An elderly man had lived there, died there and with no family, no one knew what to do with the house I was told. So it sits. Silently watching the ocean, waiting for the man to return or for nature to reclaim it.
This window faces the sea. Peeling paint on an old fashioned storm window, the type that is screwed onto the frame, is slowly letting the world in instead of keeping it out.
I need to paint this.