Ningún paisaje escapa de terminar en un calendario [No landscape escapes from ending up in a calendar]

A new story emerges from the debris of an experience. The hard and soft integrate, the city is composed as nature and from concrete, its metallic sprouts emerge. A fragmented and ephemeral memory that doesn’t fix moments or spaces but opens the door to the generation of an unknown territory of broken images, juxtaposed and distorted. The static and permanent become only assumptions, a fake presentation of something that is in constant transformation. How much can we trust in our looks? How much truth lies in the objects? A landscape that is neither virtual nor analogic, neither present, nor absent. Neither one thing, nor the other. A landscape where nature melts with the city to create a suspended entity, fractioned and mutant, that doesn’t need to be defined to exist.