A twenty minute walk to Spanish Square, a peace garden, open space as monument. An act of remembrance after the civil war. Looking for re alignment in unknown place, positioning myself in places of cultural and political shift, and listening…
Inviting delicate glances, and slips of passing conversation.
A curves wall and grass. This time I recorded sound. This time I was joined by a curious spectator, who leapt off his bike, and joined me whilst I projected… he asked many questions, and this second voice became a player in the performance. He said ‘ behind the curved wall you are projecting on, is another, real staircase that virtually mirrors the one in your film…’
Some delight in fleeting research and following instincts. And we talked for 15 minutes…
