Ascuas (embers)
Ascuas is a morning of eggs with toast and fireplace, the ray of sunshine between the mountains at 8 o’clock in the morning, being cold and having a hot bath, warm coffee in the morning.
It is an evening of chess and soft music by candlelight, the latent heat, the first warm evening in spring followed by a cold bath in the pond, the sudden turn of the heart after a touch. /goosebumps/
At first it was merely a formal attraction. Fire suggested something different from an aseptic, virtual, and alienated world.
Hours we’ve spent accompanying, reproducing, domesticating fire. How could we resist its charms?
Without a doubt it is in the darkness of winter that fire shines with the most intensity. That the cold makes us feel its warmth. That the shade allows us to understand its manners, its shapes.
ASCUAS emerges from ashes and embers, born as a silent witness to the wood-firing ritual.
