In the city of Barcelona every region is assigned a fixed day each week in which to dispose of unwanted furniture and waste. Residents (of Poble Sec) are to leave their waste and old furniture on the pavement every Friday between the hours of 20:00 and 22:00 before the collection service appears to clear the street and return it to its original setting.
Captivated by the impermanence of this very happening I walk the streets every Friday in order to observe and document these items and this transformation in space and time.
Designed to exist in the space for which they were created these found objects alter the perception of this public space for this mere moment in time, never to exist or be placed in that very same context again.
Each week I am driven by the curiosity as to what may be found unwanted, what trash could soon become my treasure and most often are in conditions not far from its original form.
During this short period of two hours there is this continual movement of exchange taking place, a connecting of people, the city and I the observer.
When the clock ticks over, the temporarily placed findings become nothing but a transient moment in time and the space proceeds to become what it was.
moles are many, marking bodies with countless realities. in each exists a soaring beauty making you behave as one.
a trace of sweetness.
13. january. 2014
November 2016, gothenburg Sweden
i followed her
i still didn't realise why.
the wind sometimes rises.
Being capable of taking time or even of wasting it, longing to discover, being surprised, loving and dreaming.
Upon arriving to the “Heart of Beirut”, the new waterfront, images of other places, wrapped up smiles and overall attitudes strikes you.
Everything is clean and perfectly shaped and put in place. The matrix of the bay does not leave much room for the imagination to run free. Fine edges separate the greenery from the concrete from the sea. Nothing is blurred, even the skyscrapers overlooking the bay look like a still image cut out and inserted into the city’s skyline just to form a background for the picture.
The irony is that this place actually exists but they are trying to make it more and more as figment of one’s imagination, a part of the Promised Land.
full of hot air
Wrapped up smiles and overall attitudes strikes you.
People look the same, behave the same, and have the same yellowish smile and arrogant attitude.
with people with the same face expressions roaming aimlessly, forming the cosmopolite elite society we celebrate.