“ Wondering is one of the healthier exercises in the world.

And quite often it is more important asking the right questions than answering the right answers.

One of the best books about art is “Escritos” (Writings) by Eduardo Chillida. Not for being full of answers, but because of being full of questions.

“For most men knowing how to dos something is wonderful… However, I think that to poets and artist everything they know how to do is born dead…”

“Isn’t it about knowing the unknown? Isn’t it art a beautiful and difficult necessity, which drives us to try to do what we don’t know how to do?” These are sentences that sum up the essence of the artist. The evolution as a result of an endless wondering. The restless soul that always pushes forward, longing fro more experimentation than experience, longing for more knowing more, as Chillida pointed, that knowledge itself.

Thus, Lost Light is the result of Daniel Franca’s wonderings facing a new scenario and a new life situation, which comes when he is granted and almost literally teleported to “Seven Degrees”, in Laguna Beach, California. This is product of curiosity. A result of a sensible soul that keeps looking with new eyes and wonders: What is Laguna Beach? Which are the stories enclosed in these places, in these houses? Who did inhabit them?

From the consequent piece of research emerges a revealing finding: a book at Laguna Beach Library. A compilation of short architectural reviews of the constructions of the place with notes about them, which prompts this pictorial series. Something that helps to raise the magic is the finding of that many of these cottages were built by its own tenants, which makes architecture a direct manifestation of the character of who inhabit it.

Daniel Franca starts collecting information about all these constructions. Abandoned houses, homes whose owner changes, houses that were destroyed. Lots of interwoven stories and the special attraction that the artist feels about the spaces that contained life.

“154 Thalia” “The Sun Trap” “451 Hawthorne” are dwellings that do not exist anymore.

“1478 Glenneyre” and “The Deck” are a mix of the house that it used to be and the house that it is today.

All of them earned their place. All of them have this timeless dignity, this mysterious aura that makes them special, a cumulus of thousand stories that happened there and that we will never know. Light is gone. And the atmosphere is charged, electrified and powerful, wrapping the houses as if the sand storm would be whipping them.

Daniel Franca has managed to enclose time.

This time is nothing but the storm that whips the limits of the memory. ”