The landscape; its furthest verges drenched by the light. Those which have been consumed, those which need to be recovered in order to build a room.
The concept is enclosed between two brackets; big as a window and spacious as all the room yet they are left half-closed. And so we have it, the room is a projection of a window that puts Modica into ‘loop still’ – but only when it is open. We discover that Modica is also Sorda.
Contact; accomplished through entering into the work, climbing stairs. We must engender the artistic work, squeeze out its essence, generate it. Play.
The journey is alternative.
The souvenir becomes part of the story.
The photo is yours.