Benja BT

be lost

The loneliness of things ... a passion, a fiction, my search.
Something leads me to these motifs. It has no name and is not writable. I only feel how something attracts me, this abandonment in its being, if man, the things he created, would leave. As if a force could pull her up, into her loneliness. I sense this emptiness that resides in it with my camera.