Sástago Palace, Zaragoza, 2003
Atlas. Map collection
Stars, streets, buildings, fears, countries, angels…
The maps that surround us, welcome us, squeeze us, hurt us, comfort us. The external maps of the landscape, the meeting schedules;
and the most intimate maps, those that cross our bones, viscera and soul.
The traces of days and fingerprints.
And between them, the infinite effort to order them, to name the chaos, to try to capture them. That impossible box that is storing what you have found.
Fernando Beltrán