They are found everywhere, in every street and on top of every house: a multitude of forms that constitutes a type of architecture based on limit or frontier, heteroclite pieces of buildings patinated by the weather. It is as if these corniches and abandoned roofs, these dilapidated walls of bricks and old chimneys all belonged to another dimension, as if they were celestial with their elevated, open aesthetics and impaired by their own physicality.
The maturity that these thresholds halfway to the sky have acquired through the years exhibits a slower, different kind of time in which there would be another kind of time. And the weather, bathing in this time, turns much more present through the clouds that gives the day its plasticity.
Foreign to human presence for years or even decades, they belong to the domain of the wind, of the rain and of the pigeons. They are so close to the street, and yet there is a whole universe of inaccessibility within the hidden and unknown concealed (...) Leer más