The Last Chord

£35.00

Standing in the abandoned music school of Pripyat, I couldn’t take my eyes off the piano. It sat in the middle of the decaying hall, its once-polished surface now covered in dust and debris. The keys, broken and warped, would never play a tune again, yet it still seemed to hold onto the echoes of melodies long forgotten.

The red auditorium seats behind it were crumbling, their vibrant color now muted by time and neglect. I imagined the students who once sat there, their applause filling the room as performances brought this space to life. Now, silence had taken over—thick, heavy, and absolute.

Ever since the disaster in 1986, this piano has waited for a pianist to press its keys, for an audience to return. But deep down, I knew it never would. The music school, like the rest of Pripyat, was frozen in time, a haunting reminder of a world abruptly abandoned. As I framed my shot, I couldn’t help but wonder—if I pressed one of those broken keys, would the sound finally break the silence, or would it be swallowed by the emptiness that had claimed this place?

Standing in the abandoned music school of Pripyat, I couldn’t take my eyes off the piano. It sat in the middle of the decaying hall, its once-polished surface now covered in dust and debris. The keys, broken and warped, would never play a tune again, yet it still seemed to hold onto the echoes of melodies long forgotten.

The red auditorium seats behind it were crumbling, their vibrant color now muted by time and neglect. I imagined the students who once sat there, their applause filling the room as performances brought this space to life. Now, silence had taken over—thick, heavy, and absolute.

Ever since the disaster in 1986, this piano has waited for a pianist to press its keys, for an audience to return. But deep down, I knew it never would. The music school, like the rest of Pripyat, was frozen in time, a haunting reminder of a world abruptly abandoned. As I framed my shot, I couldn’t help but wonder—if I pressed one of those broken keys, would the sound finally break the silence, or would it be swallowed by the emptiness that had claimed this place?

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All prints are printed onto fine art matt textured paper, along with title, artist name and blind embossed.

Limited Editions are numbered, titled, signed in pencil, and comes with a certificate of authenticity.