I spend hours wandering among the wrecks, items often thrown away far too soon. After years of work, I have learned to attributo a certain value to them, I have grown fond of them, I watch them and feel I am being watched back. I lower my gaze and I see a mouse’s head… a mouse! No! A cardan joint, of a motorbike… but they are exactly the same! Who knows if the designer thought so the first time he designed it. Some items seem as if they have been created for a joke, organism made by nature that destiny decided to put in a box to travel around on a car. I cannot deny that it is hard work to bring them back to life, the cars ( welding ) are abviours, they must be seen. I can see all sorts of crestures, I recognise their shapers.
Eatch sentente we hesr or pronunce has a double meaning, the same thing I find in mechanic. The same mechanics that all of us, at last once, have tried to repair, but it is too complicated and wrapped in mystery which is what makes it so fascinatine and attractive to us. But now it’s time to play a joke on the mechanics! Come with me.