Juan Plaza is a friend and the author of these photos as part of a long series that is being prepared. This is just a preview, has promised me that I can show the rest. I traveled through them without leaving his studio, I do not know if I headed to somewhere, but I understood what it is to travel:
be irremediable traveler is an act that is repeated almost without realizing it. Our body travels in every movement and our thinking moves at the pace the will and the unconscious. The reason you draw a path and the dream branches to form an intricate maze.
Our body is travel and return, motion and rest.
The trip is within the retina while walking aimlessly rebuilding, piece by piece, the paradise lost, the space without horizons we learned one day by chance, a sunny afternoon shadows playing on a whitewashed wall.
And, at this very moment, I remember their first day blue, the remains of salt under the tongue and the friction of the sand between your toes.
The smell of the sea through the glass filters.
The wind carries the aroma
and speed increases the desire.
(cob traveling)
