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Espacios Compartidos

Moments shared,,,,, between remembering and forgetting.

An Exploration around the meaning of home or the living space. The things that make that space ours like none other, but also the things that make us part of that space. the feeling of belonging or the need to belong somewhere, to a city or to a community. How do we share that feeling? What do we do to maintain certain memories alive? The city is full stories just as we are made of memories.

however what I question here is, what things or what memories are the ones that make us or make us behave as we do? Or is it that we give the rhythm to our city with our ideas and dynamics ? Subjectively I don't think there is an answer, yet more questions and curiosity about how and why do we do we transmit our stories or do we register our lives, what is that unconscious need to to share,transmit and trace?

Espacios Compartidos is an intervention in a gallery which hold the architectural feeling of the house it once was, the intervention is from landing of the stairs between the first and the second story - where the public finds the first invitation to listen, is then lead ip the stairs guides by a written score reflecting a few poetic observation of the city make up and the meaning of home.

while there is a dialogue through sound installations between the two upstairs rooms the stairway and the landing each are 45 minut long mixes of daily city life sounds and a series of voices in interview talking about the meeting of home, versus house, versus public space and belonging.

Looking at our existence in the big picture or any city we are just one of the many crossing the streets every day. Yet you will be the only one that sees the city through your eyes, that lives what you live in it. It leaves a trace in you and you would not be the same you without that trace, but the other way around then is also true, the city is not the same without its people. Your presence leaves a trace in the collective memory of transit space. Thinking that our steps are imprinted in that memory just as it leaves its smell, sounds and rhythm printed in yours. In this case imagine all the different stories the city has recorded in its life time of history, what would it say about us if it could speak? What kind of stories or memories would it share? In the end of this though I ask myself what is this need we have to keep a constant nostalgia for a past better time? Where did our time go for simply observing and listening to the present moment? Is it possible that we live already in an eternal nostalgia for the future which seems to have already passed us by? This simple though being said I propose an invitation to listen to our daily shared urban rushed space which carries so many different temporalities as it does memories and realities. Could we then by listening create our own collective story of the space we share daily? If so whose story would it be once we started to tell it?

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