BLUE LINES
As soon as I arrived at Milford House, an 18th-century house in Ireland, I was struck by its scale and history. The question came immediately: What does it mean to be here, now, in 2025? How can I approach a space so charged — and yet so distant from me?
I allowed myself to be affected, especially by the outside: the fields, the wind, the trees, the rain. And it was there, in the backyard, that I began drawing — with lines and metal rods — a kind of full-scale blueprint of the house, mapping its shape through the counting of my own steps.
With blue lines — some lighter, some darker — I started to understand that space is not fixed: it bends, slips, blends, and camouflages with others. In this large imaginary space, I made the blueprint of my tiny flat in Madrid coexist, experimented with gestures using the lines, twisted them, layered them, and let it all get rained on.
On stormy days, I brought other lines into my room, where I challenged myself to inhabit a space full of constraints.
I also proposed small collective actions, where we speculated on space-times using a single line as a device. Finally, I “demolished” the larger space — symbolically marking the end of this cycle of research.
10.04-30.04/2025
Thanks to: Live Art Ireland, Deej Fabyc, and my fellow residents.
