Around the corner from where I live, there is a maternity hospital on one side of the road and an oncology hospital on the other, separated by a crossing. This has made me think of transition of life to death. The element of black and white; and the negative and the positive forms, you can’t have one without the other. I began to see the cracks as lost spaces beneath our feet, reflecting on my personal ideology these now seemed to resemble life its self. How through life things scar us and make cracks which then are fixed or patched up until you reach the other side of the crossing when the inevitable happens.
I intend to start by investigating how these cracks are produced. Leading through the project as a relationship between my view on these subtle imperfections and the ignored cracks generated by time, to achieve a deeper meaning.