YELLOW

During my night walks with Tula, I notice the yellow garbage bags that, under artificial light, reveal traces of a consumption that still defines our society. I stop in front of them as if they were strange compositions — fragments of what was once useful and now waits to disappear. Yellow comes from that gaze: a fascination with what we throw away, with the matter that carries our mark. Transparent and ordinary, plastic turns into a pictorial surface — a veil that transforms waste into image.