STREET

In the streets of Bilbao, in its old industrial zones where the gaze no longer lingers, I carried out a series of actions. Spaces of forgotten circulation, staircases that lead nowhere, structures that seem to have lost their function, yet still insist on remaining.

Within these environments I worked with images of war casualties. Not as a literal reference to conflict, but as a broader reading: everything is a wound in different states of exposure. The city, the body, architecture, memory. All of them share this condition of being marked, of having been traversed yet not erased.

These interventions are not intended to narrate an event, but to point toward a condition. The presence of the wounded within the everyday. That which has been damaged but still remains, operating, hidden from view or simply ignored, already integrated into the normality of the urban landscape.

Because the wounded are not looked at. They are avoided, bypassed, pushed into the background. And in that constant act of not looking, the wound ceases to be an exception and becomes the norm. It does not disappear; it adapts to indifference.

The actions exist in that exact threshold: between what is visible and what is ignored, between what still holds itself up and what should already have fallen, but continues to stand as a form of silent persistence or accepted neglect.