Your treads are the path

 

The immensity of open space contrasts with the vastness of the void. The fluidity of figures, almost ethereal, sets this scene. Silhouettes barely emerge in such a subtle, radically minimalist narrative. The indelible purity of white blurs when passersby leave their imprints, which will soon be erased, inexorably, on the surface. Footprints reveal, in the face of lightness, what constitutes an essential act. This gesture creates a paradox: Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking.

In this video, Pablo Rodes explores the relationship between absence and presence, drawing on Martin Heidegger’s philosophy. Landscape emerges as a prelude from which echoes of existence take shape. Each step pulses with a distinct rhythm, testifying to an ephemeral journey through the world. Following John Cage’s example, this work becomes an exercise in deep listening and focused attention, emphasizing the fleeting nature of a mark lost to infinity.

The sharpness of the argument symbolizes the analogy of the transient with the tangible, of the silence with the sound. This piece projects tensions at the intersection of permanence and evanescence, movement and memory. It reminds us that every trace serves as an irrefutable vestige of life. In line with contemporary thought, Rodes evokes time, being, and its mutable semblance, demonstrating how the beauty of transcendent fleetingness lies in our most human essence.

Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking.
Traveller, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.

Traveller, there is no path
The path is made by walking.
By walking you make a path
And turning, you look back

At a way you will never tread again
Traveller, there is no road
Only wakes in the sea.

(Antonio Machado)