Voyage to Kythira
Howling rocks, hollering prows, rotted portholes, fogs, sea spray, shores. The concern to join together basic elements (the sea, the silver bath, the salts of life…). Sail until it loses its bearings, right up to penetrating, consciously or not, the small mythologies, the underlying narratives. The jettisoned chronology, from there all things come, to there all things return, and everything’s worth the same. To photograph between soul and consciousness, always taking to the sea, tempting the horizon, embarking for Kythira, in quest of other moorings, hypothetical, uncertain.