Something feels missing in this frame—and that’s what gives it its weight. The clothes hang in perfect alignment, still slightly curved from the shape of hands that are no longer there. The midday sun casts soft highlights across the bright fabric, drawing attention to what remains: an echo of activity, a whisper of presence.
Without the woman, the scene turns quieter. You’re no longer witnessing a moment in progress, but the aftermath of one. It’s still deeply human—those clothes didn’t hang themselves—but now it’s about absence, not action.
The tension between motion and stillness is striking. It feels like someone just stepped away, and you caught the scene mid-pause. There’s warmth here, but also solitude. That empty space in the middle speaks louder than anything else. It’s about the moments after—after the task, after the noise, when all that’s left is light, texture, and silence.
Welcome to my world of photography. I am Martijn Jebbink, born in the Netherlands and living in Rome.
I grew up in a small town, surrounded by an impressive forest. In that environment I developed my own way of looking at the world. At first, I didn’t see..
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