‘Esplanade’ talks about (short) timespans that we do not perceive: the time that a weed needs from his germination to adultness, or the time that a fountain in an esplanade needs to fall into decay.
The images come from an abandoned fountain in an esplanade in the middle of Charleroi, the city where I live. The fountain slowly disintegrates. As its foundations fall apart in loose pieces and turn themselves slowly into dust. Its walls turn into a canvas. Only the roughness of the walls in natural stone remind of the original esthetic meaning of its creators.