Every Sunday, for ten years, photographer Txema Salvans climbs onto the roof of his van, parked in a Carrefour car park on the outskirts of Barcelona, and observes what happens around him. That’s how Sunday Morning came about, his project that portrays leisure time the way it’s rarely portrayed. No afternoon at the beach, no trip to the mountains, no exceptional experience of any kind.

In the car park Salvans has been photographing for a decade, at kilometre five of the Castelldefels motorway, people don’t actually do much. Someone naps in their car, someone jogs between the lanes, someone takes a break between one errand and the next. It’s a deserted space, one of transit and passage, yet not uninhabited.

This project fits perfectly into the professional path of Txema Salvans, who comes from a long tradition of observing the urban periphery, explored in series such as The Waiting Game. Here he takes that observation to its extreme consequences, choosing to stay put in the same place for years rather than chasing new locations every time. It’s repetition, not variety, that lets him uncover something a passing glance would never catch.

The result, now collected in a volume published by RM with texts by Pepe Baeza, is a visual symphony made of small gestures and quiet breaks, where the banal becomes the raw material for a broader reflection on the margins of contemporary leisure time. What Salvans brings into focus is a real need, shared by anyone who has ever looked for a moment of pause in a place as suspended as a supermarket.

Sunday Morning portrays Sunday as a state of mind rather than a day of the week, far from that idea of having to do something exceptional every weekend.