To all point, to all wind, between two doors or two moments, a furtive smile, wanting to be there, at home, three oranges on the table waiting for a lucky hand to squeeze them; chattels , chairs, chaffinches, a whole world revolving around you, a world of gravity and weightlessness, look, it’s raining it might be autumn, yesterday it was summer; yesterday we were there, close to the fireplace and this tiny thing, this breath of wind, this air of guitar from the old living room amp fills the room and the hearts.
Being there, picturing transience between two instants, someone walking by, probably a relative, or the rain on the window. Making photos to account for a situation common to anyone, but different in its rhythm, a situation of passage, a crossing over in the close and intimate space of your home.