Project Description

Locked. But not forgotten.

Somewhere in Cozumel, a gate that hasn’t opened in years holds its position against a wall that’s been peeling, fading, and collecting stories one layer at a time. The rust has claimed the hardware. The blue paint is surrendering in patches. The graffiti has made itself at home.

And yet there’s something almost compositional about it — the vertical bars casting clean shadows, the latch frozen mid-function, the collision of cobalt blue and burnt orange that no designer would have planned but somehow works. Decay has its own aesthetic logic when you stop fighting it and just look.

This is what abandoned looks like up close. Not dramatic. Not tragic. Just quietly, stubbornly present.