Luis Paris

Two solitary walkers cross paths at night in a deserted city. As they draw closer, the city changes. Rhythm, synchrony, and direction come to the fore. The walkers and the city intertwine in a single movement.

A wild dance to free oneself from impeding fabrics, like so many ideas that bury and suffocate.

Two solitary walkers cross paths at night in a deserted city. As they draw closer, the city changes. Rhythm, synchrony, and direction come to the fore. The walkers and the city intertwine in a single movement.

Two solitary walkers cross paths at night in a deserted city. As they draw closer, the city changes. Rhythm, synchrony, and direction come to the fore. The walkers and the city intertwine in a single movement.

Two solitary walkers cross paths at night in a deserted city. As they draw closer, the city changes. Rhythm, synchrony, and direction come to the fore. The walkers and the city intertwine in a single movement.

A wild dance to free oneself from impeding fabrics, like so many ideas that bury and suffocate.