There’s something very special about an abandoned space. Often they are forbidden, boarded up and alarmed. The very act of visiting one becomes something illicit and exciting. Once inside you enter a new world, a time capsule link to the people who last lived or worked there, ten, forty, a hundred years ago. Seemingly mundane discoveries (the choice of 70′s wallpaper, a silk rose, a Christmas card, a toy rabbit), become artefacts, the exploration becomes an exercise in social archaeology. Each item presents a subjective narrative, and in this way the space takes on a new life of its own, in a world between solid objects and imagined possibilities.
Without human activity to define function and atmosphere the building takes on its it’s own shifting reality. It offers the explorer snippets of the past, and invites us to romanticise, to find magic, mystery and beauty, to weave our own realities around the space.