dragon-tooth garden and co

'here at the seas's edge
i have planted my dragon-tooth garden..'

                        Derek Jarman



we went to visit two gardens with the boys.
a bit tired (or shall i call it by its name - hungover), mellowed by the may sun
we went to sussex and dungeness, quite close to each other, but so different.
in sussex we went to the great dixter garden, very sophisticated.
and dungeness, this weird bit of a coast, is a home to a power station and derek jarman's cottage and garden.
it's a very special garden, grown on a land where it's difficult to imagine anything can actually grow..
it's poetic and ethereal, the lack of any fence makes it disappear into the landscape





great dexter:

jarman's garden and dungeress:

random stuff

 

september

kitchen smile

canalival

and in the meantime in london...

expired homes

my mind is (over)occupied with houses these days. 
everyone who lives in london knows that looking for a flat is a nightmare you wouldn't want your biggest enemies to have. 
it's a wild wild west, with evil lettings agents with guns and shoe boxes dressed up as flats. 
if i loose and evil agents win - there's even no option for squatting anymore. in the crisis time, with more and more young people without work, the genius government decides to make squatting illegal, yeah, let's have even more empty properties and homeless people.

this is a project i did long time ago and to look through it is a nice distraction from my tired-of-agents-and-guns brains.
it's called expired homes and deals with an idea of home, of what makes building a home.


taking those photos i was looking closely at the phenomenon of squatting, not in sociological, nor political way, but in the means of a personal experience and an in-depth examination of emotions connected with it.
 
i was (still am) asking question about photography as a carrier of memories, an indefatigable carrier of parts of ourselves, of our worlds which do not exist any more.