'A lonely dog patrols the grounds of the Castello Di Lajone, its yellow eyes illuminated in the dark by a ragged street lamp.
The owners, from a long line of nobility, are long gone and wild plants clamber the decrepit brick walls.
There is no life within the building but still it glows, red and green, red and green.
The illness from before lingers in the air, pulsing, menacing.
The dog is the only tangible being left.
It paces quickly, unsure of its place within the collapsed society surrounding.
It flickers in and out of existence, disappearing and reappearing at will, deciding its state.'
glass, metal, patina.
Castello di Lajone
photography by David Stjernholm