Discard is a photographic study of metamorphosis. The discarded is transformed; by abstraction the unsavoury is made beautiful. This beauty eclipses the toxic nature of the discarded.  “All things change, nothing is extinguished. . . There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.”  Metamorphoses – Ovid

Discard is a photographic study of metamorphosis.
The discarded is transformed; by abstraction the unsavoury is made beautiful. This beauty eclipses the toxic nature of the discarded.

“All things change, nothing is extinguished. . .
There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent.
Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature;
the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.”

Metamorphoses – Ovid

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 Discard is a photographic study of metamorphosis. The discarded is transformed; by abstraction the unsavoury is made beautiful. This beauty eclipses the toxic nature of the discarded.  “All things change, nothing is extinguished. . . There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.”  Metamorphoses – Ovid
03_Vernietigd.jpg
04_Vernietigd.jpg
05_Vernietigd.jpg
06_Vernietigd.jpg
07_Vernietigd.jpg
08_Vernietigd.jpg
09_Vernietigd.jpg
10_Vernietigd.jpg
11_Vernietigd.jpg

Discard is a photographic study of metamorphosis.
The discarded is transformed; by abstraction the unsavoury is made beautiful. This beauty eclipses the toxic nature of the discarded.

“All things change, nothing is extinguished. . .
There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent.
Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature;
the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.”

Metamorphoses – Ovid

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