View — it is a fact, chaos, uncontrolled space. It just is. I go back. 4 meters 10 cm.View from the inside. I’m losing something that was outside the window. Blind spot. I see my room, things. They look at me, I know them. I am filled with meaning. “Place”, where the view is born.
When something becomes a look AT the view FROM somewhere. This meeting is unavoidable, it always happens. It is impossible to get rid of context. I want to lose myself. I need to do both. I need a landscape.