This photographs were taken, over several years, in a remote beach of the Canary Islands.
They show shapes sculpted or painted by the sea, the wind and volcanic sand, that seem the works of a sensitive hand, guided by an invisible intelligence.
The grains of sand are transformed into 'pixels' used by wind and water to create weird but familiar shapes. Beautiful and ephemeral visual poems, of which I often had the privilege of being the only witness.
These images are an attempt to catch in my memory a flash that will never come back, in a place that is transformed hour after hour, by the rhythm of the tides.
They are an afterthought of the eternal evolution of the Universe, of a World of beginnings and ends, of a reality in which matter, alive or inert, is born and dies, inevitably.
They are a humble testimony of the unstoppable change in which we take part and to which we belong.
Nothing lasts, not even fear. Only what configures our true essence, is eternal, the energy that molds these and all shapes: Love.
if you can't see the buttons, disable your addblocker and reload the page, thank you.