I documented how people with frustrations towards society (including myself)
found mental and physical refuge in a place everybody with the right mindset
could call home: An anarchistic squatted building. We felt free, liberated from
society and it’s false ideas of freedom. We placed ourselves on the edge of
society, living in our own bubble whilst gazing at people who were unaware of
what we were experiencing. To do this, we had tot let go of things. Things that
we had when we were participating in society, but that kept us from being
completely free. Because the more you own, the lesser freedom you will have.
us feel like we did there? I searched for the little, subtle details that
distinguished ourselves and the building from any other person or building in
the street. Little details that showed how we think and how we felt. Little
details that became small symbols of our freedom. A personal visual diary of
the emotions I experienced.