In every world there are floating images, vagabond icons whose destiny is to float adrift, figures disquieting to fixed beings and to everything tied-down. But there are also worlds made only of images, without anchorage or ports, entirely nomadic, rootless glimmerings, fleeting flashes. Every image tends to stretch out spontaneously, discard its source and stand on its own. And those worlds of floating images also try to do without the others in search of a freer space. Because beyond the weight of bodies, only images are free. Therefore man ought to turn into image. Or let his image drift freely and learn to exist with no image.
Translated from Spanish by Mary Crow
Photo: Pete Macchia