The deliberate ambiguity of David Jiménez's minimalist pictures is also a declaration of principles. These pictures apparently lack interest, and seem to enjoy a code of complicity only transmitted to the audience after a long period of observation . Photographs hiding behind visual lapses and acquiring hypnotic properties after the smallest lapse of attention. They are not obvious, but their evocative abilities fill the mundane with a poetic aura.

These small pieces represent scenes of familiar space and of those in which David Jiménez lives daily. His return to this theme is not accidental, in his other works we perceive this almost metaphysical obsession in his vision. Here the same predominates, the same focus on the little things, the same love of abstraction, the same laconism to the investigation of the surrounding space.

A hand opens the book and remains always on the cover. The smoke is an animal, or a writer, the moon is only a dot today, the carriage sleeps but you do not, already in the station a stairway is your pillow. But before your drawing, your profile and that closed train, open to the trunk of a burned tree. In the veil of the woman there was a sign. The sent letter did not arrive on time, your open hand was waiting for it. The empty street, the open door, in the window your reflection there before you arrive. (..) David Jiménez