What is light’s trajectory when reaching for the retina of a gazing subject? Which images in the back of the eye does it color? Shapes, surfaces, shades of green, blue, pink and yellow.
As the observer moves, his perception moves along, selecting particularities in the transitory scenery, dimming everything else around it, which will soon be lost in the depths of imprecise memories.
Thus goes the passing observer, briefly accounting for the tree branches between rocks or the shape of a body lurking in fleeting moments. His focus lies ahead, in the path that culminates in light, the received light that explodes and irradiates in its arrival. Light that brushstrokes the passage of time. Time-illusion, invention of the man who paints with memory the blurred landscapes through which he strolled.
