There is an old power station which supplied electricity for the island thirty years ago. People say it was continuous rumble, day and night, in the neighbourhood, but everibody got used to it. Today it is silent, and the engines are kept as a memory of older times, but heavy smell of fuel oil is still in the machine rooms. Last summer the power station was converted into a theatre. The play was about people who worked in the peower station, about their relations, thoughts, feelings, love and dream.
I was asked to photograph the power station for the theatre’s advertisement. It turned out that it was much more challenging than I expected. My wish was to show the beauty there, to find the esthetics of this industrial environment, and to give a feeling of bygone times, but also I needed some hints of life, of labour. And also the thatricality of the place. You know, it was not that easy. It was not like taking (literally, TAKING) some pictures from these rooms and done. Maybe I am too solicitous, but it took me sevral days to get used to the surrounding and to start loving it. Then I got addicted and wanted to stay alone in the silent empty plant. Finally I got some pictures which I liked. Here are some of them for your consideration.
16 Jan 2010
