The city doesn’t change. It forgets. Not suddenly, not loudly. But in a way you notice only when you wonder where that old café went, or why the sun today lands in a stranger place between the buildings. Everything moves, not like a traffic jam or a storm, but like moisture spreading through a wall. You think you’re in control until you realize you’ve been drifting with the current for years. What seemed solid yesterday turns out to be temporary.
City Deconstruction
Year
2025
Material
Sold
Dimensions
140 x 230 cm
And among those fleeting things, the wobbling paving stones, the graffiti disappearing under fresh paint, a strange kind of beauty appears, as if the city were a skin constantly rewriting itself. That image lingers. Because if the city breathes, we have no foundation. No firm ground. Only moments. A shimmer visible only just before something disappears.
Everything you love will change someday, and in that prospect lies the beauty of this moment, of this shape in which we are together now. For the moment we are still together physically in the city, despite online shopping and online experiences, the last aftershocks of an older way of living. We stand on the threshold of what comes next: the new city.
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