Untitled - José Antonio Martínez

In confinement, in this pause, in this seemingly closed life, everything keeps on happening, but in a cautious way. The pain has sharpened up, the sadness, the anguish, the isolation, have indicated the disturbing disquiet of the simulation and have left a mark on the used couches, on the read books, the hallways that have been walked so many times. The objects have come to life and have taken a value that they did not have. They have become trivial subjects of a moving around of the soul itself, as if this sensible principle was what inhabited the spaces.