Artists

Rodrigo Hernández

Press release

‘What is the wind, what is it’. This melting has that shape nicely, falling from the sky or emerging strongly. A box. In it, what. It comes out, or can I leave. Air feeds it, if alive something. It breathes or it sleeps. Or it does neither. If nothing, still it. A bar of. A shadow of. Two ways of saying is empty nothing and yet is lonely Under this city a billion tunnels, where one eye is sweetly sweeping.