Gibraltar is the city of walls. Crumbling walls, strong impenetrable walls, walls being built, knocked down, decaying, inhabited by the Macaque monkeys, walls literally dividing a mountain, walls of scaffolding, walls stained of rich defensive war history, walls with canons, walls with bars and windows, walls of Mediterranean buildings, walls that seems to kiss, wet cave walls, busy alley walls and siege tunnel walls winding endlessly inside a giant rock. There are WALLS here! EVERYWHERE! I have always loved to feel my fingertips run along brick walls, coarse walls, smooth walls, walls that anchor space. Walls that anchor me.
It has me thinking about what kind of walls we build, and why? Walls we build in our own lives, walls we build in our homes, in our cities, in our societies and our countries. Walls, borders, boundaries, city limits, the infamous Brisbane "Boundary Streets", the borders between the EU countries, the border between the USA and Mexico. Walls we build in our relationships, in reaction to our differences, walls that divide us as people, walls that we break ourselves on, or even walls we break our humanity over. The walls that create spaces, and hubs, and Chinatowns and the canals of Venice. The walls architects build from a single idea.
It makes me curious, to build a wall...
