round the present we build ourselves, our actions, an ideal image of our life but we do all in a wrong way as we move in terms of a linear view of time. Past, Present, Future as systems that bound us within limits. Narrow margins that make us aware about present just as something that has been, the past, and according to what will be, the future. But Present is not a buoy neither the needle tipping from past and future. Present is the only real thing we own. However anchored to the past or forward-looking we may be all this is happening in a chain of moments that singly experienced are nothing more than our present. Everything is an instant. Everything happens in an instant. Present is not a small portion of time but time itself in its biggest and greatest imaginable scale. Present not as a condition we live in a right moment but as the instant we realize that something is changing. Present as deep as we image meets eternity. Eternal time not to be considered as addition of any instant of our life but as every single instant we live. In this running perception are sailing these frames, freezing the instant in which something is taking place. Images where present is suspended into a sort of limbo and everything keeps going throughout the eternity. Images that seems exctracting action from a linear point in time. These are not telling a past neither are suggesting a possible future. This is how, in a strange cycle, to emerge is not time but space that isolates the entities from extremely real and immediate emotions cradling them in an impalpable calm that leads the viewer to live enjoying the only real and possible moment: the present. Pictures of a Present where the sea is always present. Pictures where the sea is a present...a gift. Pictures where men meet the water. Primordial element, so different from Mother Earth and spiritually closer to our intimacy. The sea as the key to experience peace, light, dream, life and wholeness in an effort to feel a breath of eternity. And it’s with the warm season that the door is unlocked, that this ordeal becomes real and memories make way for a cycle that keeps repeating. A collective ritual meeting and returning to the sea. As it happens every single season, after months of waiting, distance is broken…and thoughts become matter. peace. .light…meeting, wholeness, energy, dream, memory, loneliness, life…the sea embrace humans in an eternal recurrence. I wonder if Nietzsche liked the sea.
