Urban according to the dictionary is relating to or concerned or belonging to a city.
I am interested in the relationship between the " urban", nature, and us who have created this concrete jungle, are we slave , do we blend, do we play.
Symbiosis, sometimes tension, contradiction, competition, are as many a leitmotiv.
There is a constant dialogue between organic lines and geometric ones, like an abstract composition. Cables can become like doodles, trees are the ladder to the sky and to the underground.
I have been drawed to anything with a line, straight , windy, curvy, geometric, and therefore fascinated by the wires and cables, the abstract lines, connection between people and spaces. Powerlines - link places to places, communication of energy, doodles in the sky, the musical sheet for the birds to sing on.
A line is a sentence, a border, a link and a separation, a word murmured getting lost in the air, plane flights that eventually end at a destination.
Roads, paths, highways, the arteries and veins of the city, carrying all kinds of cells, and time is something very relative and unstable.
