balustrade

I seldomly plan that long for a picture. There is a very carefull ballance between the directions, the white space and the structure. It should not appear menacing on the first view, but uneasy and...
there is nothing around this falling person. Just a blank space.

This is like beyond panic or this red, hot hysteria.

When I was a child, I loved staring between the bars of handrails. I always imagined them breaking away.
All of this became metaphorical and in the past weeks, some of those rails actually broke.



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