Dolgen

Dolgen

Spring, summer, autumn, winter and spring again. Places age just like humans and thereby they transform. For them, passing time means dissolution, collapse and decay, but also renewal and progress.
People’s desperate striving for prevention of this decay is being reflected in their surrounding and its transformation. The emerging landscape appears perfect from a distance whilst revealing contradictions in detail. Some kind of imperfect perfection deeply sorrounds every human and the passing of time just carries it slowly to the surface.

Dolgen is a small village in the middle of Germany. There is nothing special about this village other than it is failing in its very own way to be perfect, as we all do.