When photographing abandoned rooms I was intersted in the structural arrangement and left behind objects.

A stage in between an old life and a new one?

Traces of personal human habitats?

In the darkened environments the focus was clearly on those details, but looking at my photos later, the dust and debris stood out too much.

They distracted me from what I had sensed. By mirrowing the images they appeared less shabby.

What I valued in them - their quaint uniqueness - became more prominent while the 'messiness' was less forceful.