I'm drawn to abandoned spaces. I don't know why, but I enjoy finding places that were formerly inhabited and are now empty. Like gems, they come in every condition and value, from the useless and trashed to the pristine and flawless. Ostensibly, I'm scouting for ideal shooting locations when I stop and U-turn to go back when I glimpse a run-down farmhouse or falling down barn in the middle of nowhere.
The truth is, I enjoy the puzzle: who lived here? When? What did they leave behind, and why? I like to haunt these places like a living ghost, pondering, hovering, trying to make sense of the unsensical...
Sometime, they scare me. There are things, objects, arranged or scattered in a way that is creepy, as if there's some dark purpose to the chaos.
Usually it just looks trashed, but sometimes a chair is placed in a room, sometimes, there are objects lined up. I think I like being part detective, part psychologist, part set dresser looking for interesting objects.
And because it's disappearing. I drive past them, and then, one day, they're gone. I was lucky enought to be able to use one as a location for our episode last week. It was really a rare joy to be able to merge these two worlds, the one that contemplates and the one that creates. A rare joy indeed.
I'm drawn to abandoned spaces. I don't know why, but I enjoy finding places that were formerly inhabited and are now empty. Like gems, they come in every condition and value, from the useless and trashed to the pristine and flawless. Ostensibly, I'm scouting for ideal shooting locations when I stop and U-turn to go back when I glimpse a run-down farmhouse or falling down barn in the middle of nowhere.
The truth is, I enjoy the puzzle: who lived here? When? What did they leave behind, and why? I like to haunt these places like a living ghost, pondering, hovering, trying to make sense of the unsensical...
Sometime, they scare me. There are things, objects, arranged or scattered in a way that is creepy, as if there's some dark purpose to the chaos.
Usually it just looks trashed, but sometimes a chair is placed in a room, sometimes, there are objects lined up. I think I like being part detective, part psychologist, part set dresser looking for interesting objects.
And because it's disappearing. I drive past them, and then, one day, they're gone. I was lucky enought to be able to use one as a location for our episode last week. It was really a rare joy to be able to merge these two worlds, the one that contemplates and the one that creates. A rare joy indeed.
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