Nature takes back what belongs to it and, in the place of heavy industry, an impressive industrial park arises unrestrainedly, without any investment!
Once famous plant, today a company of stunning expanse being acquired. As before, the roofs of factories and perhaps dozens of chimneys dominate the complex. However, the natural greenery has its place here.
Halls everywhere, halls of fascinating dimensions, yet empty. Once there was a rumble of heavy machinery, whereas today the absolute silence has its lease. One can hear the drops of water, falling on the ground on the opposite side of the hall.
Where one looks, there is an impressive performance of mass, space, materials, and lights. Everything is so photogenic, one does not know what pictures to take first.
The image of destruction and doom everywhere, the atmosphere of decline, as from some apocalyptic movie. The guard post. Who was here last and what did they see? What does this place remember?
The uninvited greenery gradually permeates the complex, block by block, aisle by aisle, and surrounds everything.
A cathedral? Oh no, a former warehouse of fireclay. Some premises seem as if it was never industrial.
Nature works tirelessly, it is spread everywhere, even in the slightest gap it grows a tree or a bush. Even the roofs will soon be a green.
Reinforced-concrete giants, wrapped in the webs of footbridges and pipes going rusty. The bone and blood vessels, a living organism.
Long straight hall as a dash, verticals of chimneys, as an exclamation mark, and footbridges with piping as lines.
Industrial architecture, fully functional, and yet so aesthetic. I feel that today’s public buildings are inferior to the quality of those ordinary halls from recent times.
There are some places that speak for themselves, it is a clear image, a memento. Nature will always win over man, yet it needs so little time.
The unwanted art, industrial sculpture, set impressively in the green. Nobody proposed it, nobody approved it, it just exists.
The footbridge and lifts, steel columns and beams, glass and slag brick, these are the means of expression, through which the place speaks to us.
And again iron, iron everywhere.
Wheels that stopped - the life that ended – a world that has ceased to exist.
Perhaps nowhere in the world, the graffiti give me such an impression of a masterpiece as it does in the environment of vanishing industrial buildings. The wall is a canvas.
Some places are really strong. Cloak room with empty lockers, mining helmets hung on hooks, a snack break that will no longer be.
Rusting structure of one of the industrial giants. So light, yet heavy. The ravages of time may be apparent even on the greatest human work which will turn into dust in the course of time.
How long will the special symbiosis work? Will the halls be saved, will the complex turn into an industrial park or will the excavators do its job?