This blog entry is the last in the series and is concerned with the immense and ancient site that Calafou inhabits.
- 12th century. Tales tell there was a paper mill powered by Anoia river. They smashed old clothes with a huge mallet and obtained an fluid cellulose paste. It was then passed through a rectangular sieve/strainer and obtained the amalgamated fibers, which were finally pressed and sun dried.
- 15th c. Remains of a water mill from this time have been found. It was restored and replaced many times since then, but an iron piece form 17th century is still there.
- 19th c. Calafou was transformed into a textile factory.
- 20th c. It eventually became powered by its own modern hydroelectric plant, and potential energy (rain accumulated at the top of the colony and then dropped by gravity). It was abandoned several times through history, I don't know exactly when, until it was finally half-burned down (accidentally, it is said) and left to rot.
- 21st c. The terrain, the Cabrera d'Anoia's only piece of industrial soil, is urged to build an incinerator. But then it is occupied by a CIC's permanent camp, and the owner finally decides to sell it to them. It is the beginning of Calafou's nth life.
We entered in the property after arranging with the owner, and then we invited people to stay here during the whole summer. We didn't squatted the property.
Exploring this rich and mysterious space, witnessing the memories of it's past life etched into the walls, and seeing the plans for it's future budding in the soil, was an amazing experience. Bellow I present a collection of my visual impressions of the space itself, it's memories and mysteries.
Not all of the signs of abandonment are so dramatic, but they all have their own beauty, subtlety, mystery.
Unexplained moments of beauty and enigma stumbled upon. Keeping their secrets. drawing me in, laid out for you as I encountered them.