The Tenderness of Decay

Wandering through towns and villages my eyes frequently get caught by beautiful colours, shapes, patterns and textures. I see them on the walls of houses, bridges, temples and courtyards. Originally these walls have been painted once, twice and even more. Fortunately it has not been done again since long and so humidity and heat, rain, wind and flooding did their work.
And again I realize that most of all beauty originates from natural processes in time and result in tender marks of impermanence.
November - December 2012

This work has been realised with a 4x5’ field-camera.