Abuztuak 29-30 August
Sometimes the spaces where no one is, are the most valuable. Emptiness.
Those places that serve as a passage to another, are, in themselves, empty hollows, only inhabited by passing and inert souls. Souls.
There you can hear the distant echoes of what was, or of what still is. Still.
Where time and space come together, and we begin to glimpse figures that want to tell us something. Something.
The intersections are always with the other, with the strange. The Other.
That’s why accidents can’t happen if there are no other elements than you. Accidents.
There has to be something else that you do not control in order to be able to “let go and observe”. Leave.
Thus, it is not possible to create something new from what is known, there is always the environmental and chaotic effect of being. New.
And the footprints are not footprints of the past, but drawings that show a future. Drawing.
Music is a link between the indescribable and the emotional. Cross.
An empty space full of symbolism. Symbols.