In Senderiz, Los Petos de Animás (i.e. pockets of the soul) merge with the stone walls, tracing our daily paths and routes. It follows the arrows of all who have passed here before, led by the urge to engage within the perennial landscape.
A peto is not just a compact we sew within our jackets to keep practically useful objects. This seemingly small patch close to our skin, this time, we prefer it to be filled with a photo, a stone, a word, a plant, an antenna, a mural. We expand and stretch the shape of our notions within each pocket piece, as a segment of the village of Senderiz.
We lend bits of our inward worlds and combine them with the natives' microcosm, walking by their houses, benches and fountains, with the attempt to map what all of us had seen and felt, leaving our impermanent footprints on their solid ground.
A peto is not just a compact we sew within our jackets to keep practically useful objects. This seemingly small patch close to our skin, this time, we prefer it to be filled with a photo, a stone, a word, a plant, an antenna, a mural. We expand and stretch the shape of our notions within each pocket piece, as a segment of the village of Senderiz.
We lend bits of our inward worlds and combine them with the natives' microcosm, walking by their houses, benches and fountains, with the attempt to map what all of us had seen and felt, leaving our impermanent footprints on their solid ground.
- We will depart with a few new wrinkles on our faces, but the spirit of Senderiz remains intact. Nature's cycle continues to persist in the half-time of a football match, capturing the essence of the pale intermediate space, a silent human state. Ideally, the sun and the clouds will make a pact to keep the sky steady and clear, until we dare to hear the hushed tone of Galician locals who embrace each smile and tear with their fellow animals, rocks and rivers. -