Epitaph (Requiem for a power station)
As the workers downed their tools for the last time and the ageing Marsa power station was switched off forever, I thought I should document the remnants, human or otherwise, before the complete demolition or conversion of the space, and before newer technology takes over. I have always had this fascination with urban decay. States of abandonment and disrepair appeal to my emotions. I am drawn in by the obsolete dereliction. The rusty and decaying artefacts and the fading evidence of human presence take me back to the past. In this case it was a very recent past. Such spaces can speak to us and send messages of loss, decadence, failure, change and yes, beauty.