Asturias

In less than two weeks my next solo exhibition at Island Gallery will open.
The photographs are delivered, signed, and just waiting to be framed.

Today, however, I choose to pause on some images that stayed outside the final selection. They are not less meaningful, but the thread of the exhibition has taken me elsewhere. Looking at them again, my memory goes back to a journey I made a few years ago, when I crossed southern France and entered northern Spain.

My goal for that trip was to reach the Pyrenees and gather views for the Vette exhibition. But the mountains were not the only horizon then. I decided to continue and discover the Basque Country, a land I didn’t know and that welcomed me with unexpected beauty.

It was the transition between spring and summer. The sea, above all, was the greatest revelation: similar to the Mediterranean where I grew up, yet so different. The ocean has a breath that never rests, a force that shows itself in the tides, in the waves that bend and carve the coast. Here the rock meets the sea in a harsher, though equally ancient, dialogue.

These photographs are not part of the exhibition. But for me they remain an essential part of that journey, of those days that left their mark.
Each shot is a memory resurfacing, like a wave returning, even if the exhibition follows another path.