El canto de los pájaros

“Rather, I would say that I started from the sensation of seeing how the birds peck at the crumbs of the city while they spread and squander them in their immediate surroundings. I also remembered Los ríos profundos by Arguedas, which I did not read again. A child arrives for the first time in Cuzco and touches the walls, experience being the only thing that always precedes knowledge and surpasses richness. I’m not going to produce anything, I told myself again, I don’t want to produce anything anymore. Things are printed on things with obviousness, they are attached, they fall, they replicate themselves. Or like when we hear the birds singing and suddenly, we realize that we are in a strange position and the spatial becomes physical with a lot of energy.” - Pablo Accinelli, Abril 2023