beta_weaving

Back to the path of threads; inevitably I continue tangled in fluffy and fragile color strings. The weaving project doesnt seem to be arraving to an end, in fact, nexuses and connections keep on expanding. The celling of a gallery, a Cafe, … the celling above a stage, a desk, a kitchen, … the railings of an entrance, a staircase, a park, …

The events in public spaces become medicine to cure the statism  and illness of research, exposing the practice in an open context frees the mind by loosening toes, elbows and head. When the action is in course the surrounding urban environment and passing-by people turn distant, just eventually a particular voice or flashing light awakes you from the lethargic introspective experience you are in, interrupting the intimate and intense tactile and visual dialogue with the materials.

And after all, walking back on oneselves steps reinforces the forcoming journey; The chair in which the steps rest, becomes stage, the screen background, the paper the room, the wool interconected flowing streams, the mirror ourselves, the distance … just another perspective.