During a journey in Rome, I was walking alongside a long red brick wall. I perceived two feet which literally seemed to emerge from it.
From where I was standing, they appeared to me as if they were fastened to the building, about twenty centimetres above ground level, propelling the rest of the body in the unseen. These feet were so dirty that I could not imagine that they could belong to a human being.
The strangeness of this appearance haunted me, it was like my own Gradiva. This body which is about to leave, I want it to be shining. I see it in the beauty of what humanity can sometimes be: untouchable and desiring.
Plaster and gold leaves. Metallic sole.