Together with the luminous Natalia Escobar, magician behind both the decks and projectors, we were encircling the multifaceted notions of ‘Bridges’.

Now, why on earth would one be interested in Bridges, you may ask.

It’s crystal clear, I’d reply… anything valuable in life, necessitates bridging, don’t you think?

From continuously bridging the gap between the visible and the invisible, the terrestrial and celestial, the past to future relationships, the mystery of birth and inscrutability of death, the fragile continuity between justice and mercy, and most important of all: the concoction of lactic and malic acid.

Maybe even human existence finds itself on a bridge…moving across…from…to and beyond. Who knows?
Man is literally a metaphor, from Latin: ‘to carry over; to transfer’.

We don’t seem to be stable and fixed in place, but quite on the contrary, at the core of our being, endlessly connected, hopelessly unable to operate in isolation.

For Natalia, the face of our age - an abyss created by an absence of meaning - can be bridged through many forms: falling in love, tenderness, collective creation, hallucination, and movement itself.

Bridges allude to our desire to connect, and soar across divides. Yet as agents of bridge-existence, we are condemned to endlessly recreate a stable vantage point, going right above and beyond moving ground.

It’s time to rethink the archaic notion of Pontifex Maximus!