On the shore of the river Ebro lies a town called Tudela, where I happened to be born and raised.
Although in so many ways it seems to be stuck in time, paradoxically hereās where my perception of time becomes sharpest, where its footprints get more obvious to me, at least on an internal level.
Over a period of six weeks,Ā I dived through the streets of the old town, trying to grasp and capture what seems to be vanishing quicker than I would have expected. Thereās an old world fading on every surface, disappearing with every crack as a new wall collapses or another building has to be taken down for safety reasons.
With more than a quarter of the buildings in the historical centre declared in āruinous conditionā, it rather feels like a lost race against the clock. But until all the transformation already in progress is completed, thereās still plenty of room for the imagination to run wild as you wander around its dilapidated alleyways.
Although in so many ways it seems to be stuck in time, paradoxically hereās where my perception of time becomes sharpest, where its footprints get more obvious to me, at least on an internal level.
Over a period of six weeks,Ā I dived through the streets of the old town, trying to grasp and capture what seems to be vanishing quicker than I would have expected. Thereās an old world fading on every surface, disappearing with every crack as a new wall collapses or another building has to be taken down for safety reasons.
With more than a quarter of the buildings in the historical centre declared in āruinous conditionā, it rather feels like a lost race against the clock. But until all the transformation already in progress is completed, thereās still plenty of room for the imagination to run wild as you wander around its dilapidated alleyways.
