To Hold and Be Held
I own a stone that a friend passed to me, and a shackle that Michael gave me.
I found a curious object in Lisbon at the fleamarket, I paid one euro for it and I still don’t know what it is.
Yesterday I had a look again at the picture you shot. I am not sure if I grasp the memories that sometimes come to mind.
I start to think they hold me instead of me holding them.
Kiko Gianocca, April 2010