Took this one at Hellingly Asylum on Sunday. I was initially attracted to the three rooms in a row, which were all painted a different colour inside and made me think of sweets, in particular because of the tiny glass windows high above the doors, glazed with extremely thick glass now cracked like a boiled sweet crushed underfoot. What was the point of those windows in those tiny cell-like rooms? To let more light in, even though each room had a window to the outside of the building? Or to let some small amount of light out from the rooms into the big room beyond? I wasn’t sure, but didn’t think that any amount of glazing could counteract the severe claustrophobia that must have been felt by patients incarcerated in these rooms….
This image was made using a close up photo of the wallpaper above the brickwork, overlaid on the entire photo, plus one other from Skeletalmess, to enhance the soiled texture from the old paper. As always, I selectively mask out all the areas I want to enhance or knock back the texture a bit. Title courtesy of a line from ‘Unspoken’ by Hurts, a song that I love – over time, I plan to create an image for every line of the song – this is the first one that I did.