Last winter I slept alone

The suitcase as an open mind, receptive. A place where objects constantly come in and out impregnated with the smell of memory, those one traveling along with the artist in the eternal journey that defines his philosophy of life. In those days, the separation with his wife causes a loss of balance and leads him into a reflection where things only make sense where there is a relationship. During the winter of 2010-2011 several pairs of gloves suffered the same fortune as the artist and gradually decided to meet with him to return his dignity, but never again be what they were.

Elisa Rodriguez Campo, 2011