Hollow

I know that good things grow in the mud. The lotus only blooms there. I went to a 115 year old glass house and saw the different types.

The giant ones for walking on and the coiled ones with rotting flowers.

They slowly unfurl in murky waters, biding their time, stretching out where nobody can see.

They have a warm old scent, like death.
It’s to attract life.

Assorted images from ZINE 004: HOLLOW.

Shot on three borrowed & broken cameras on 120 + 35mm Ilford film, London & Berlin.
Zine compiled in London, October 2019.
Full zine available to read here.