12th of March 2018. Ibiza.
I walk from and to my studio. Streets, cars, doors, windows, people, dogs and light.
Listening to Sleeper, Marconi Union.
No willingness to do this but I have discipline, so I go out and walk. Just make myself search for details I have never seen.
One , the other and the next, just one after the next, like a collection of stamps I accumulate images with no attachment or judgement. In a way I feel "bored" by this.
I keep going. Walk. Just keep making myself search for details I have never seen. Accumulate images.
From this mood I suddenly shift into a softness and pleasurable state of fascination when one, then two then three of these details seem to be saying something, creating a sentence. I find meaning in the unknown.
It feels like a dream, now, after returning from the walk as I write, I need to capture this without rationalising it too much.
The first image can recall that spoke in this sentence was the corner of a aluminium and glass window, then the corner of a part of a balcony, then a corner in a wooden palet, and then a brick standing up by a fence made of cement. This cement is breaking in just a similar way. Each corner told me about the limit of it´s space, going back into the next space in the same angle, into yet again the same shape. I found the sentence telling me I was moving though corners looking for rectangles, that I will finally break.
