RAIN ARCHIVE (9)
March 16, 2022
TRINTA LUMES | 2017 | DIANA TOUCEDO
Here the earth is so cold and wet that I do not know anymore if I am flesh or spirit. All I feel is the rain that shares this place with me. The space of the bodies, but also the space of the souls. We walk through damp houses, damp villages, damp roads, damp mountains. I live in the forgotten world of the undead, the witches, and the werewolves. Our myths are watered by storms. What do raindrops tell us with their rhythmic beat?