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some dust in the sun,
some mud when it rains
“You advance always with your head turned back?” or “Is what you see always behind you?” or rather, “Does your journey take place only in the past?” Italo Calvino
Right since my departure from Buenos Aires to Madrid, I carry a diary of minimal affairs. The idea of transformation of matter and my individual experience turn into a constant that weaves my work. On my own file, I create a collection or records that give account of the inevitability of the ephemeral. Not because it is important, but because it could be. I keep this blog as an intervention of the journey.
some dust in the sun,
some mud when it rains
“You advance always with your head turned back?” or “Is what you see always behind you?” or rather, “Does your journey take place only in the past?”
Italo Calvino
Right since my departure from Buenos Aires to Madrid, I carry a diary of minimal affairs. The idea of transformation of matter and my individual experience turn into a constant that weaves my work. On my own file, I create a collection or records that give account of the inevitability of the ephemeral. Not because it is important, but because it could be. I keep this blog as an intervention of the journey.
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