Through the hazy glass of an abandoned bus stop, a subtle and intimate praise of anonymity is sketched.
The texture of the glass imposes itself as the main element that confers a refined aesthetic and a taciturn atmosphere captured in this body of work.
The instinctive attraction outlines the substance of the glass into a border, giving the illusion of another world within our world. A sensory and poetic mise en abyme that offers a space that waits and draws its life from every passerby.
Life precisely, allowing this singular spot to perpetually create moments as trivial as they may seem, yet that are constantly imbued with poetry.
The quintessence of the material of this glass combines harmoniously with the impartiality of time and all the diffusions and colors that the light offers.
Oscillating at times in a Caravaggio style between light and shadow, sometimes in a diffuse and soft way, a solitude takes shape behind this imaginary, yet quite palpable border
Every day an anthology of movements, postures, abandoned vestiges marking the passage of individuals gravitate behind this glass and carries us far away in the projection of our emotions.
The eye apprehends not only this window-border but all the space of this bus stop like a plant that could not wither for as long as life lays there and time passes.
And it is with modesty that the essence of this poetic illusion and sweet melancholy is captured, radiating from these anonymous people so discreetly celebrated.

Otman Salil