Private

Transient palaces that housing prefabricated fantasies: empty, anonymous, fleeting. Built without own soul, histrionic and scandalous, became invisible by shame and modesty. Their existence is based on human contact, but the inside is an anonymous universe, full of unreal lights, depersonalized inscriptions and truncated paths, deliberately designed to avoid any other presence. Their infinite cells are, nevertheless, silent witnesses to commissioning more primal scene. The unfinished essence of this space takes on a unique and unrepeatable sense in every encounter. Every moment, every act that hides behind its walls, full of different and unique way whatever the circumstance. Every little gesture, every little imperceptible ceremony leaves a mark, something very intimate and often unconscious becomes habitable space into something that fills the void impersonal and gives an atmosphere to breathe. All this conglomeration of experiences is recorded in the memory of every one who lived there. These countless memories scattered give a soul to every single place, make a topography that lasts until the last of these memories disappear into oblivion. For more mechanical, anonymous, sordid or surface that may arise to reason, these places are full of life.