Years ago in Mallorca I helped some close friends who were restoring a country house where a dry-stone wall had to be built.
They put me in charge of gathering stones around the estate, but when I returned with my load and they saw what I had collected, they said, “these stones don’t have a face; they won’t do.”
That was the first time I learned that to build a wall the stones must have a face, a surface on which to rest against one another.
Since then I never stopped looking for those faces—in walls, in field stones, in the pebbles on beaches—I became affected by a kind of stone pareidolia.
This exhibition is an ode to the pebble; it is made up of a large family created stone by stone, face to face, with pebbles collected on the beaches of Mallorca, Asturias, Galicia, Portugal, in the bed of the Jaramilla River and many other places.
This family of beings, born during holidays as a kind of occupational therapy, gathers this spring at La Factoría de Papel.