back of the building is a rust scaffolding drapped in dirty plastic, which blows
in the wind like a torn curtain.
Through the scaffolding, behind the mansion's wrought-iron gates there is a portico with two rows of three pillars.
Underneath it the ground has been piled with scrap metal, old tires, planks and rusty bicycles. Large bushes have taken root and vie for space with the junk.
91.4x76cm pigment print on Cotton Rag Paper with frame