Synesthetic and sensorial tale. Belgium 2002 2011
When the sky is filled with rain.
Smells and Shapes.
Head up. Belgium is a country I don't know. Yet so familiar. Humid.
Will I remember the beauty of this square?
Many photographs are already being taken.
I don't want to remember the spaces, I want to mark the sensations.
I could spend days here watching.
Luckily I learned to frame.
No film. A compact.
The senses fail to express themselves anyway.
Yet form matters.
PALM carriage. Everything is wet today.