The call of the world, for Nadal, is the home. Not that he is a citizen prisoner to any city or even his neighbourhood. Here it is about the home itself, whatever and wherever it is: hostel, church, property, or beach cabin. The light hardly changes regardless of whether he stops in Brussels or Paris, Sitges or Cuenca, because this light is the cheerful and eager gaze upon what it builds, not the light that shines from the fragment of the object that inspires it.
Albert Henry (Brussels – 1986)