I was bon in an island. Time seems to be slow there, but that’s misleading.
Every summer my parents would take me to this beach. I ate a red snapper for the first time here. And fell in love for the first time here. A silent childhood love.
Ancient rocks together. /
Salvador and I met many years ago. He is a brilliant sculptor/artist who lives in Taiwan. We are far away, but we talk often, exchange ideas, fix the world to our liking and plan on future adventures together.
In the summer of 2018 we finally acted on it and took a road trip to the Bardenas Reales in Navarra, Spain. I shot medium format and Salvador digital. He makes massive large format prints, often two meters by three, but actually prints two or three copies only. After that he moves on.
I had never taken photographs of a landscape. Salvador searches for beauty. I was simply a sidekick, part documenting his work, part finding my own pace.
I prefer an imperfect world. I am imperfect, flawed. I want betterment through that.
This is home now. /
This is home now. At first, a strange place with a strange language. I have come to love both, despite political flags and pragmatisms.
Home has been bitter, rough, dirty and also empowering, liberating. A new version of the oranges I picked as a teenager in a socialist school in Cuba. A new version of the sea spray that salted my skin in the Caribbean.
