Everywhere you look, there is an image. On cell phone. On ipad. In propaganda in the back of buses. Or simply in giant advertisements installed in big buildings.
Along roads, there are several billboards, completely shattered, that had been, once, images. I started to observe this emptyness as an imaginary crisis in imagery world.
These billboards are like abandoned houses, which carry stories, marks, memories.
A billboard on top of the other, on top of another, on the top of another... What is left on roadside are carcasses, structures that resist wind, rain, Sun and car pollution.
Like many things in the city of Rio de Janeiro, left behind.
Works, buildings, structures, squares, people. Images