Sub Terra
Sub Terra
I had forgotten what meant to use the metro constantly. For 3 years I just stopped using it and now I am back on it. I had forgotten its particularities, its own personality which is given by us, the users; no matter where we are... Santiago, Paris, San Francisco o r Madrid.
I had forgotten the particular smell of humidity, of confinement, of long time dust and humanity; on how this unnatural atmosphere, that will put together the workers of sunrise with the party people coming back from the club and all the ones in between, seems not to affect anyone. I’m curious for what may happen when you look at certain situation you shouldn’t have noticed or you stare at people just by the sake of it. What is the feel that these people transmit, and how they pass it over to me. Usually this feel is not really pleasant, it’s more on the sully side, or merely indifferent. The metro is a place in which people are absorbed within themselves, enclosed in bubbles and worlds of books, music, videogames and 10 minute dreams. It’s kind of easy to become one more, one that looks through a window with no view, or one that will check on the station map again and again even though he/she might know the route by heart or another that’ll check on the mobile even though it’s not ringing… that’s what I’m fighting against.
This is an ongoing project in which I’m trying to discover the sub terra, finding the thousands of individuals that’ll spend hours on a parallel urban underworld, imagining their lives, thoughts, and where they go… and at the same time try to discover what am I thinking then and where am I going too.
I had forgotten what meant to use the metro constantly. For 3 years I just stopped using it and now I am back on it. I had forgotten its particularities, its own personality which is given by us, the users; no matter where we are... Santiago, Paris, San Francisco o r Madrid.
I had forgotten the particular smell of humidity, of confinement, of long time dust and humanity; on how this unnatural atmosphere, that will put together the workers of sunrise with the party people coming back from the club and all the ones in between, seems not to affect anyone. I’m curious for what may happen when you look at certain situation you shouldn’t have noticed or you stare at people just by the sake of it. What is the feel that these people transmit, and how they pass it over to me. Usually this feel is not really pleasant, it’s more on the sully side, or merely indifferent. The metro is a place in which people are absorbed within themselves, enclosed in bubbles and worlds of books, music, videogames and 10 minute dreams. It’s kind of easy to become one more, one that looks through a window with no view, or one that will check on the station map again and again even though he/she might know the route by heart or another that’ll check on the mobile even though it’s not ringing… that’s what I’m fighting against.
This is an ongoing project in which I’m trying to discover the sub terra, finding the thousands of individuals that’ll spend hours on a parallel urban underworld, imagining their lives, thoughts, and where they go… and at the same time try to discover what am I thinking then and where am I going too.
