These past years, during my lunch break,I kept walking the same path at the same hour,something like an obsession.As if each day something new might become visible.That's what art history was about:
LOOKING
And walking for me was about the samething. The more I looked, the more I couldsee
Suddenly the whole landscape turned chatty: the tower, the plant with a spathe like my spathiphyllum, the bouncy mushroom...All these stories I've tried to collect with a beginner's rigor and arrange here, like a living memory of a place full of weeds and time.
