In English

Through the windowpane . Castellar del Vallès (Barcelona, Spain), February 2019 On one side of the windowpane inquiring eyes, child-like curiosity, an analytical mind atomizing reality, decomposing and recomposing it quickly, avidly. On the other side of the windowpane dreams in motion, happy, lively games, a world to be conquered both enchanting and scaring the watching, analyzing, explaining eyes. On one side of the windowpane inquiring eyes; on the other side of the windowpane dreams yearned for. A boost of light. Gleaming, inquiring eyes at last dare to go to the other side of the windowpane to, instead of watching, live.

Pujol's Lake, El Saler (Valencia, Spain), January 2019 There in the middle of the room trying to be inconspicuous shyly looking down clearly wishing to be somewhere else instead, the big elephant sits in a place never imagined. Hiding behind its ears not to be overlooked impossible to be ignored just waiting silently, the elephant sits in the middle of a space that definitely needs to be addressed.

A raven in the Mission, San Jose de Capistrano, California, November 2018 Nothing changes, nothing has changed, but nothing stays the same either. Muddy sadness crawls up your skin actually freezing your very being. Clayish goo covers your whole body, it dries, you cannot move, breathing becomes a chore, fleeing is possible no more. Panic sets in, you need to escape, but there is no escaping in sight: you are confined to loneliness in a narrow coffin of muddy despair. It gets dry, and dark, and distressing, your heart is barely beating, your lungs wringing oxygen out of clay: collapsing is near, you just give in. All resistance is gone, the clay figure you have become fails silently to the ground, the muddy crust around you cracks open, you seem to be free to go. Up and breathe, though no luck, you are still on the run.