30th of March 2018 Barcelona
Walking through Borne in Barcelona.
Listening to Sleeper. Music to access fast this state.
Many many many people walking the streets.
I find it difficult to feel the space ignoring their presence and just feel
them as moving blobs. I somehow don´t feel comfortable doing that. So I indulge
in looking into each face and collecting stamps as I have previously done on my
walks. These are people I don´t know. I can just take in their image one by
one. I see families and get engaged in quick looks of similar appearances in
their faces or ways of walking.
I feel the people walking past me, some
close some far, and each one carries an electricity, or an energy. I feel this
more and more as I walk more and more through these crowded streets. Some
people carry angles, other softness, others shine bright, others are dark and
others are warm.
The street feels like it lights up in
different colours, but its not really a colour in itself but a warmth or
coldness created by the people who are moving though it.
A strong wind starts to blog, really
strong. It is so obvious because everything starts flying around and people are
all holding on to flapping jackets, hoods and hats. I sit on a high space and
watch people walk by. I look at eyes now. I collect pairs of eyes in my retina.
I find they are a complex space to travel into. Instances of lives, experiences
all captured in them. Pairs of eyes talk to me and tell me stories. I don´t get
involved in the details, just the mood is enough to get a taste.
I had never had this experience before. Not
like this. I have a whole new idea coming from here. A new experiment I´m
willing to try.
