The paths followed over a period of time become blurred as the days go by until they are forgotten. To walk is to inhabit spaces, spaces that are lost in time and in our memories until they generate a stain that is impossible to decipher. We also usually create paths with a goal and we forget about the process, the path itself. A path can be created by walking, but also by driving or flying. During my stay in Spain I have followed paths, created spaces, and inhabited them. Recording all these movements on paper allows me to record my actions every day, so that once time has passed I can look at the paper and remember, and nothing is forgotten. It is not a faithful representation of reality, nor a plan, it is a conceptual map of how my head remembers all my movements.
In the same way that paths and spaces are created by walking, driving, flying… our small movements also create these paths and spaces. The movement of a hand when writing shows us communication, paths, spaces; that normally die and disappear. Many times the processes of creation also die in pursuit of the final result, of the piece itself. This piece shows the process of writing a prose poem. The poem itself is no longer the protagonist, it is not important to read it but the interest lies in seeing how it has been written. Can this process also be considered as a piece in itself?
by Emma
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