A meditative wander through the mostly vacant urbanización complex in San Juan de los Terreros, Andalusía. Shot mainly during daily one hour windows of twilight, I capture visually a perspective of the phrase „the lights are on but no one‘s home“, colloquially used in English language to detail a lack of urgency, information or action. A characters unresponsive attitude or vacant position.

Not only does this phrase lend itself to describe an initial issue of dis-proportionately expensive flats destined for foreign investors but to the wasted power of year round lighting of these complexes. Lights shine through the quietest time of year through empty corridors and rooftops.

Maintenance is of course an expected feature of a modern housing development complex, fresh grass lawns (visibly alien to this region) routinely sprayed, up-keeping the oasis mirage allure. In capturing these environments further perspectives offered themselves to me, one being a recognition of the diaspora of African migrant workers, whom since the 1980‘s have struggled to secure standard living situations to accompany the vast agricultural industries they were originally invited to support and cultivate. Currently this particular perspective is yet immature and is still grows in size, shape and direction.

My only goal initially desire was to capture the loneliness in the lights, stood alone by themselves on green grass, standing itself on burned ground.