Corners are where the walls meet. They are the pockets in the concrete jungle. They exist down at our feet, below eye level and out of the limelight. Hidden away in these corners are the lonely spaces where the wind doesn’t blow and the dust collects. There you will find a miniature private universe. Overlooked and often undisturbed yet filled with colour and life.
Stuff collects there. Things meet, collide, pile, grow, are found and discarded.
© lucia fischer 2014