Swiss Made

There is the disorientation of suddenly finding oneself living in a new, unfamiliar place, in a hurry to adjust to a new house, new neighborhood, new habits. And there is the calmness of exploring these new spaces looking for new elements, but often finding the familiar customs, familiar forms, though this time under a different sky, an organized sky. 

A less generous sky but one that can offer its own spectacle of snow, of cold light, of tepid, gray wind. And there I am, recording these notes, as I drive along these new roads, finding iconic objects (I don't look for them, but I find them), bumping into them as I walk more slowly, as always, more than ever, as I think about the future.