D E S E N H O S / / D R A W I N G S
Noise is in the relationship.
Letters, words are everywhere around me.
Anywhere. Everywhere, all the time. And they
mean nothing to me. I feel like I’m walking
around someone else’s giant notebook, where
the letters are almost my alphabet, the words
almost my language and the message almost
something I can understand.
Communication is broken (for me).
The message and the codes become nothing
more than graphical images that make the whole
of this city. Its geometrical lines are no
less of a piece of the structure of these
landscapes than the columns, archs and beans
of the modernist concrete buildings that