today is today

el Campello. 19 de marzo del 2007

Alors Jojo? Vas-tu faire contraste avec ce paysage depuis mes terres et publier quelques photos de ta Jet Set Party à Brooklyn?

Happy Birthday.

estimados/as, queridos/as

Allen and William, rue du château d'eau. Paris 1997

ON THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE MULHOLLAND DRIVE COW BOY

I heard the cow boy of Mulholland drive.
The buffalo cranium was there, suspended from the wall

The place was a kind of ranch deprived of horses for several years. All the boxes were as empty as the big house standing on the bank of this windy hill facing the sea far away. In the morning, he said he wanted me to accompany him to the house. He said it wouldn’t take a long time; he just needed to have a look at the chimney to find where the leak was. He needed to go up on the roof of the house. We went there with the owner, a tai-chi woman teacher. She said the ranch was to be sold. He looked at me without any complicity.

I had a walk through the huge tropical garden. The house was uninhabited but somebody was taking care of the plants because they were beautiful.

I walked around the house and saw them supported against one of these white walls. They were curiously close. I thought that it might be in relation with the past. But forget to know more about the past I said to myself. I went my way but from this moment, the paranoia started to follow me.
I went down to the garden and then discovered the empty boxes and the buffalo cranium. I felt attracted to the buffalo bone for no reason. I wanted to photograph it immediately. I looked at the land. No sign of life. I could only hear the wind howling in the pines. I looked at him overthere on the roof watching inside the chimney flue and next calling to the owner if she was seeing water falling down.

I came back next to the buffalo bone and heard a voice tell me: “this is the boy”.