I HEAR A MURMUR

Due to family circumstances, I cannot travel to places that are somewhat far away, so I have to revisit places close to my residence and in this case, this is the 3rd time that I have presented a series about this same place, which I usually go to for the offer. that they offer and also because the labyrinthine entrance that Isozaki provided for access to the building usually leads to some surprise that must be paid attention to and, in the end, to be able to put together a new story with which to overwrite the space already visited and that, in unison with this action takes on a palimpsest connotation. I had crossed the access by the fastest and at the same time most anodyne route when upon reaching the atrium I observed an unusual emptiness, the high temperature of summer in that open space but at the same time buried and the shimmering whiteness of the Carrara that surrounds the space could be the cause of it and suddenly I appreciated a murmur that broke that perception of emptiness and changing my initial program, I hurried to see where it came from. As a result of this, this visual story developed with a columnar appearance with its three classic stages in which color gives it the linguistic field and in which the different forms of photography and the format make up the grammatical elements with which the image is configured. expression of that unexpected experience that blew up my initial purpose..