Ibiza, Balearic Islands
"As we degenerate, the contrast between us and our house [nature] is more evident. We do not understand the notes of the birds. The fox and the deer run away from us; the bear and tiger rend us". R. W. E.
The island's Nature, embodied by the benevolent but daunting goddess Tanit, is perceived in all its mightiness. It awakens a
certain reverence and awe. Its inaccessible yet embracing Beauty tosses our senses and makes us wonder if they are "truly adjusted to each other".
I got lost in a small forest once, I felt unreasonably hopeless, incapable of finding my way out.
I was intimidated every time I looked at Es Vedra, the magic island made of rock on the South West coast of Ibiza.
I felt observed, questioned. Were my inward and outward senses communicating reciprocally?
While I was trying to answer this question, I began portraying the Island. These photographs are my homage to Tanit, for having stirred my conscience and prompted an inner revolution.