Where are the things? One inside the other? Things, bodies, matter, beings. They all belong to one another. 

 

To draft the state of the things containing each other as a principle, would mean to construct a plane to sustain them. That supporting plane would be the landscape, the nature which in turn has an interior. This interior space is not my place. I am first a body, a matter, a being or just merely a thing. 

 

I try to sketch with my body and with nature an alternate interior, my interior. “I am one of those persons that…” tries to lay in a particular place, within my immediate limit which wraps me, my own body, my skin. The closest to my own space beats. However, it is a place that fluctuates, that breaths, that moves with the earth and by itself. 

 

Two points and I. The earth, the sky and my body like a place projected in a geometrized interval like the numerical state of a preceding movement. Now it is a permanent and constant movement. My body beats between the sky and the earth in a place both inside and outside. In my own body.