Obscura Series

Abstract by time and decay

Abstract art has always had a way of drawing us in, compelling us to look closer, to search for meaning in the shapeless and undefined. It operates beyond the literal, beyond the expected, asking us to engage with colour, texture, and form in a way that stirs something deeper within us.

The human eye, trained to seek patterns, meaning, and familiarity, finds itself challenged and ultimately captivated by abstraction. It's in this space of ambiguity that we discover something powerful: the art of seeing beyond what is obvious, of embracing the unknown.

A quiet accidental art.

The streets speak in paper and plastic, in faded ink, flaking paint, and corroded metal. They murmur stories of what was and what could have been. Every alleyway, every neglected hoarding, every wall streaked with rust and time holds a silent narrative. Ripped posters cling to brick like the last remnants of a fading memory, as if resisting the inevitable decay.

Colours, once purposeful, now bleed and peel into one another in accidental symphonies of pigment and texture.
And somewhere in the mess of it all, beauty flickers in the wreckage; a quiet, accidental art that no one meant to create.

This collection captures the in-between moments; advertisements losing their urgency, surfaces surrendering to rust and weather, paint slipping away from forgotten walls. They reveal a city sighing beneath layers of decay, its overlooked surfaces transformed into something deeply human.

Time becomes the artist

There’s a loneliness in these decaying fragments, a sense of being discarded. Yet, in their unraveling, they take on new life. What was meant to be ephemeral becomes lasting in its altered state.

Photography preserves these fleeting moments; rust spreading like watercolour across metal, paint curling away from forgotten walls, paper weathered into translucence, suspending them in time just as they begin to disappear.

Beyond the frame, we see the beauty in what is overlooked, finding meaning in disorder. Time itself becomes the artist, reshaping the world in ways beyond human intention.

The presence of what remains is beautifully transformed by neglect, capturing echoes of something lost. Fleeting moments suspended between memory and dream.

In these weathered textures, we find traces of what once was.

And perhaps, in seeing them, we recognise something in ourselves; the quiet beauty of what lingers, and how we’ll be remembered... even after the world has moved on.