Dec 5, 2024
Marcos Vidal Font, Sensible Encounters Lichtenberg anarchive, 2024, found materials in four flaneur walks, 85 x 50 x 68 cms.
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Marcos Vidal Font, Sensible Encounters Lichtenberg anarchive, 2024, found materials in four flaneur walks, 85 x 50 x 68 cms.
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Caminatas sobre la octava
Existen lugares, existen lugares los cuales son compuertas hacía momentos específicos. Existen lugares marcados por el acontecer de los tiempos, algunos demacrados por la tristeza cargada en los pasos, otros rechinantes de esperanzas fallidas.
Son estos marcos sostenedores de universos, a veces sin una puerta de respaldo, sólo una reja, sólo una valla. Estrechos pasadizos con poca información reveladora de incontables historias. Baldosas arruinadas por la suciedad, descolocadas por la fiereza del andar humano, descoloridas gracias al sol que logró infiltrarse en aquella oscuridad invisible. Invisible porque todo el recinto está iluminado; pero esta luz es blanca, blanca casi verdosa, juntándose como una con el verde gastado de las paredes. Un blanco cegado pero oscuro, la luz llega a cada esquina del recinto, pero genera más oscuridad, genera confusión, llega a marear, marea el alma.
Es posible sentir a quien diese el paso. Ese el cual soltó la primera baldosa, ese el cual era sólo el inicio del fin, el final del tedioso día, aquel en el que todo había fallado; y siguió en fallo, el cuerpo sosteniendo al paso acarreaba toda ese malestar del alma consigo. Pisó. Pisó y descolocó la baldosa, otra cosa mal, otro error, una lagrima. Los pies se dirigen hacía unas escaleras al final del estrecho pasillo, abren paso a más de aquella luz blancusca oscurecida, de allí viene de todo. Ni siquiera la mira, sigue, sigue hacía la confusión, sigue hacia el torbellino de errores, de malentendidos con la vida, acompañado de una luz oscurecedora.