Pepe Romero: Cartografie Doméstica, Permeabilidad 4

But it was three months ago that I started an intense dialogue with the second material: the painting of one of the walls that was collapsing due to moisture and beginning to crumble. Some small fragments fell to the ground.
Cleaned up the debris right away and noticed larger blocks of paint coming off the sandy concrete showing cracks from which required action and speed.
I patiently stripped bits of paint off and gently rearranged them on a damp surface of scalyola bandage. I was moving them and experiencing the joy of that new arrangement and that new bracket.
And so I made new wall fragments, this time, more crazy, cheerful and invigorating. I could feel that from his interstitions I heard the words of a text that, at times, I could understand.