The yard of the mental asylum (part 2), Varsinais-Suomi, Finland

One of the wooden houses in the area had a beautiful but lifeless veranda with the dead aloes and a money tree. I like that picture a lot.

Recycling and saving materials is a valuable thing in common, but that kind of maintenance of those endless piles of plastic canisters and buckets in a cellar seems really a crazy people's work. It's a shame that the old yellow hospital building was locked. There wasn't any action anymore, but the building seems to be in a good shape, so maybe there are plans for using it again. It probably is the first building of the mental asylum area, which was founded in 1920.


Mental asylum (part six), Varsinais-Suomi, Finland

Finally the last pictures from the mental hospital. Yeah, those door placards fascinate me, because they tell about the daily life and people of the asulym. What a nice and interesting place this was.

The yard of the mental asylum (part 1), Varsinais-Suomi, Finland

Some pics of the yard of the mental asylum (see the previous posts). Asylum's yard was quite exciting with its abandoned houses, dead trees, rottening garden shed and some weird places like the cellar which was stuffed with empty buckets and canisters. My favourite thing was the garden: it somehow reminded me of Hugo Simberg's painting "The garden of death". The atmosphere was the same. Some website told that gardening was one of the therapy forms there. The cellar was somewhat distarcting, too. Why would somebody want to save so many (hundreds and hundreds) empty buckets and stuff?


Mental asylum (part five), Varsinais-Suomi, Finland

After this, there is only one more post from this place, I promise. Why do mental hospitals always green walls of that exact shade? I wouldn't find that very calming if I was a patient there. Those chairs in front of the windows are also quite classic views from the psychiatric asylums corridors. Maybe someone has been sitting there looking outside and dreaming about something. And then there were many pairs of those weird cardboard hands laying around, maybe from the theatre plays written down in that blue booklet.