It is suggested to consult this website as an archive.
Take your time to investigate it.

enter
︎



 🌈️ Donde termina el arcoiris?

I red that when you do an act of Black Magic it is strongly recommended to balance it with another act of White Magic.

It’s a matter of energy compensation: get something, give something.

Lately, I’m applying this theory also to my observations and my exercises.

Due to I’m collecting different kind of objects and materials that I find on the street, I feel the need to give something back to it with no particular purpose rather than consider it as a gift.

From the moment the composition is placed in the urban space it becomes proprieties of anybody who wants to interact with it in any way possible.

The act of placing a trace in the playground and leave make me reflect on its ephemeral value and wonder how / where it would end.















 🔖 Pedir a Benoit de definir una expresion de su uso diario

I noticed that my friend Benoit often uses the expression "É" in certain situations, as an answer to certain questions or as a reinforcement of a certain exclamation.

I asked him to give a meaning to this expression by writing it down on a piece of paper.

This exercise helps me to better understand his language and helps Benoit to become aware of what is saying and expressing, at least that's what he told me.

S.- “Gracias
B.- “È”

















 🔖 El cartero

One morning I found this postcard on the street, not far from a flea market in Barcelona.

I kept it for a couple of months on my desk until I decided to bring it back to the house of its recipient.

The postcard was sent in 1994 and I had no idea if Jordi Campderrós (recipient) was still alive, if he was still leaving in that same building, or if there were other people leaving at that address.

I decided that that postcard had to belong to whoever was now living at that address and I communicated my intentions through a little note I attached to it.

C/Lealtad (Carrer de la Lleialtat in Catalan) is located in the area of Raval (Barcelona), a few blocks away from where I currently live.

When I reach the address of the postcards I manage to enter in the building pretending to be the postman (El Cartero) and when I reached the letterboxes I realised that Jordi’s one was still there and it was actually the most beautiful of all of them.

A few days later, thanks to my dear friend Mireia, I realised that Jordi Campderrós was one of the most important philatelist of the all city and that he died in January 2021.

Nevertheless this postcards belonged to Jordi and now, in a kind of way, it is still with him.

From now on, I would have something more to search for when I go to the flea market, I ‘m sure Jordi would like to have his postcards back ;)

Molt Bonnes Vacances Jordi!



sr. Jordi Campderros _ c/Lealtad n.6 pral.2a _ 08001 Barcelona

Vacances '94
Molt Bones Vacances et desitja el teu company filatelic que no t’oblida.
Una forta abracada.
Eduard

Holidays '94
Your philatelic companion who doesn't forget you wishes you Very Good Holidays.
A big hug.
Eduard


c/Lealtad n.6 (Barcelona)

Hi. 
I don’t know if the one reading this message is Jordi or if he still lives here, but I found this postcard on the floor and I think that, for some reasons, it belongs to you.

Very good holidays.

Self






 🌸️ Castell de flors

I've always wondered what those decorations on the tiles, on which I daily place my feet, were for.

Over time I have learned to notice how these decorations are mixed into the ground of the urban space without a precise spatial rule, without a precisely "logical" order but probably dictated by a certain "urbanistic flair".

However, looking for answers in history, I find that each design has a precise functional as well as an aesthetic value.
I discover that the "Panot del flor", Barcelona's icon, derives from a very specific need:
to collect the mud that was deposited on the city's pavements on rainy days, a fact that, at the beginning of the 20th century, had made the Catalan capital known as "Can Fanga" (the city of mud).

The design of these hydraulic tiles and the patterns that characterise them arose from a need, which was then transformed into an aesthetic/symbolic value over the years.

This time too, I had fun borrowing some tiles to modify their original structure and carry out what I wanted to identify as an “hypothesis of sculpture", due to its simple an ephemeral value.

Taking inspiration from the card castles I used to build as a child, I play with the elements of the urban space to provide new possible readings of my surroundings and to get to know the city that hosts me.