Writing
People speak in conversations and banal situations, a loose, uncompromising, though sometimes tense and timid speech. It is these voices that tell minimal stories that the image unmasks, multiplies or breathes: universes that are people-house (or house-people) are anchored in boxes, bodies, secrets, desires, looks or in the ephemerality of the stories. In this flow, we access unstable territories, places of being in permanent construction - the inner house of each one.
A sad and restrained man lying on the bed in his empty room. Hesitates, ponder hypotheses in a cycle without deciding, stuck. In exhaustion all anguish equals. Another man is sitting at the window: he looks at him and to the street. Characters in broken situations. The key positions, the suspended sequences, are shown. The man almost decides - and they almost return, inside and out, to them and to the city, time and movement. Infinite dawn.
A common man, sitting in his regular cafe, smoking and observing. The man weaves his own smoke curtain while a television sheds images. The city comes and goes through the cafe's window. For a moment glass and skin cease to be a frontier and life blends. A mechanism of connexions between man and city is set loose, composing a new architecture of observations, memories and wishes. In this web of imponderable circuits a possibility of disruption unleashes. From which only a brief trace will remain.
