The city is not a horizon that unfolds before our eyes. Contemporary art is born from the confront with that opacity, where the buildings’ concrete wall resembles the stone of sidewalks, and the dullness of reflecting surfaces prevents any transparency.
The images of this series present a curious paradox: they are panoramic views practically devoid of depth. They are horizontal, strait cuttings, often abruptly sectioning the landscape elements. Then, things re-articulate in a composition of fragments, in the foreground. The bifurcation in the tunnel becomes, then, a set of intersecting plans and lines, and the statue nests, as a pattern, among vertical shades. The panoramic image as tapestry.