6th of March 2018. Ibiza.
I am walking though streets I know and find it hard to go past that point .
Diffused vision is not helping today.
I play the game of finding objects and details I had never seen.
A chimney, a plant growing out of the asphalt road, a stone in the rock wall, branch of a bush, some rubbish by the bin, a stain in the path, the shape of the stain, the shape of the stain related to the squashed chewing gum creating a new shape that tells me it wants to be an insect, it´s an insect created from trashed products that comes alive to jump on the grass growing out of the pavement. This grass will be eaten and disappear showing up a whole different picture of the angle of the paved way. This one brings me to a shadow that comes to life as a gigantic bird that takes off in a flight to sit on top of that building that is no longer that. Now it´s a cage full of people living in it and the bird wants to open the roof door and let them all float out like balloons full of helium. I see them float up and disintegrate into the blue sky, free of their bodies.
I wrote this in a kind of trance. The first part being a description of what happened and then it turned into a story to describe the link between one image and the next. I reread this and wondered where this came from, specially the part about the people being liberated by the bird into the sky. I recently over that past two days heard of two deaths of very appreciated people and this might have been in my subconscious.
