THE LAST CASTING. Oil on relief by Fernando Calleja Gordóbil, 2001 130 X 160 cm.)
a text by Amaia Barrena García
A powerful furnace, a converter of iron to steel, spitting burning smoke as if it had a mouth. Liquid iron, red hot, as they call it, pouring down the canal, on its way to the ingot maker, as if it were a river of lava.
A boiling casting,
a prefabricated volcano,
a liquid bonfire becoming a river;
a bridge connecting us to history.
That that we now kidnapped for ceramic stoves
Years ago it light furnaces.
How many matches away are we from our past?
OPEN THE DOOR!!!
