Annabel Oosteweeghel (1969) is a photographer who lives in Noordwijk. She graduated from the Academy St. Joost in Breda where she studied Audio-visual arts. Because of her film background her photos are more then an image. they tell a story. Her commercial work focusses on lifestyle and people. Annabel has been commissioned by a wide variety of advertising agencies and magazines. Besides her commercial work she always continues to wrok on personal photography projects. Today we share her series, Oblivious.
And in silence, where time seems to stand still, they ponder what life may have been… ‘What happened to the time, where we chased our dreams, our hearts beating faster?’ ‘When we were young, what did we know about fulfilling a life together?’
Love comes and goes like the ebb and flow of the ocean.
And small gaps in their story highlight the loss which becomes obvious: the end of life announces itself subtly – the holding on to that which is known and the secret longing for so much more…
Where did we lose each other? Where did we let each other down?
Our thoughts vanish like mist and yet our disappointments linger…
As intangible as the breeze which blows through the curtains and seeks to cool, so are their thoughts and reflections. Are the whispers the only voices that can be heard?
Could life have been more beautiful?
I won’t say goodbye
Is based on a true story about a demented old lady who has been living in an old age home for four years.
Her beautiful sixties style seaside bungalow, after all these years, still stands exactly just as she left it, like a museum full of memories.”
Back in time, we see how she, as a young widow in the late sixties stayed strong yet more and more began to live a hermit’s life.
‘Is it fair to say: What did I do to deserve this?’
Life takes it’s own turn. The cost is determined without even asking my prior consent.
Carry on alone.
No full laundry baskets with childrens clothes and that of my hubby.
No tables to set for the family.
Too much time on.
How do I full, empty days?
No socks to darn, nappies to wash, scraped knees to take care of or tears to dry.
Who will dry my tears?
To view more of Annabel’s work, please visit her website.