They are to my mind images of one’s soul, natural constructions using intuition, private hideaways, dreamy and sudden, ideas to place oneself in, utopias, nests, shelters and just places of play etc. Photographing huts I have found picturing a carefree state, picturing freedom of imagining, detachment, independence, otherness and outsiderness, even though those characteristics wouldn’t be reasons for making a playground with a hut.
Huts I have mostly found in the suburbs wandering, also kids find their way to the woods close to suburbs, to thickets behind garages and to wastelands, which are free zones spiritually, abandoned in their feel. Interesting is the relation between huts and the constructed environment, children’s relation to the built environment, how kids take their place or are let to take their place, how much space there is to invent. Huts are places of imagination, imaginary buildings, spontaneous constructions to play in and with. Huts have woken up my curiosity in their variety.
