Arid land, dusty.

Old wooden trunk, resistant to time.

Wet, huddled leaves,

The vine shoots crackle underfoot.

Travelling over an abstract, non-existent territory. Filled with evocative matter, with physical landscapes. A sensory journey through memory and its textures.

A space, uninhabitable. An inner and abstract territory, in constant construction with lights and shadows.

A cinematographic movement links up with the experience lived between the individual and the scenery, the necessary shift akin to immersing ourselves in a territory. This dynamic relation hovers between the expectation of discovering new spaces or the nostalgia of remembering earlier travels.

Jordi Cabestany