Azulejos ? Is it an interrogation point or a dot on the i of infinity ? Questions and assertions side, insert themselves between squares of paper and adhesive ribbons. Dissimilitude, difference and still harmony in a balance of sounds and lights, with sensible lines and impertinent points. Scratching or velvety textures, smooth or jagged, you can follow the writing by touch. Each identically dimensioned square vibrates on a different frequency, a distinct sound. Other places, other times, like as many lives glimpsed in their privacy, then unified for a same music. Patterns on the wall of the bedroom or flowered wallpaper in the lounge. Recalls cross the memory of our childhood's walls, or the urban topography where sometimes the only remains of a house are a few squares of wallpaper attached to neighbouring walls, shreds of daily life. Through her works, Jaboba Ignacio gives another life to those memories. She gathers them and spins them into a painting crossed by light. The kind of light we find in "azulejos", these arab faience mosaics found in the mosques of Andalucia but also in the patios where inside and outside are confounded in one single square. Each "carré d'être" has its own existence, its history, its temporality. All associated, they form a mosaic, an almost rigid framework, through which we perceive a more cartesian world submitted to laws with pre-established structures. Lines, points and forms then intervene like so many passages, drawing another reality and the three levels transmit vibrations of fundamentally different sources. Passing from terra coloured shapes to blue forms, we follow the black and white lines, determinant choice of existence, sometimes interrupted by black or red spots, like so many mysterious references: The shepherd's star or Hop-o-my-thumb's pebbles ? Time travel, day and night's cross-roads. Topography of time, inner geographies, resonant memories dipped into the present instant. A red line encircles us to help us return to reality - which reality ?