Rough Remote Rumble

Several generations ago, my father’s family were devoted to extracting and chiseling the stones in a quarry. They were stonecutters. "Ronco rumor remoto" (Rough Remote Rumble) has its roots in that heritage of stone.

The story shows a purifying process through the work with stone. The ongoing contact with such a primeval material reveals itself as a source of healing and alignment with the natural course of events.

In that fall down to what is most elementary, there is no possibility for words. Language is avoided as a more elaborate means of relating with the outside world, giving a voice to physical and fundamental gestures.

Each individual stone, humble and categorical, at once anonymous and sacred, is an insinuation of a living and multiple organism. The stone as headrest, as nourishment, as an old photograph that transports you back to the realm of childhood. The camera also as a stone, quiet, serenely present.

And underneath it all, clash two forces in perpetual motion: dissolution and preservation. Time dissolves inexorably, and we resist time. The resistance of all us produces a noise which is heard briefly, in the distance, and then disappears in the depths of time.