Wind

The wind can drive you mad. Although its presence always intimidated me, I decided to photograph it. I believed that if I got closer to it I might learn to love it. But that’s not what happened.

The process was uncomfortable. The idea obsessed me. Invisible and enigmatic, it resisted being captured. I searched for its trace in lagoons, dunes, foxtails, in the bristling sea. I watched it take the landscape apart and create something new and mysterious. All in a matter of minutes.

One day a gust forced me to look up. Far away up there, the wind seemed kinder to me. We’ve been working together ever since. It stirred my thoughts and, by clearing the sky, showed me the essence of air in motion. I still don’t love it, but we are at peace.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. Thomas Moore

Here you can watch a piece (in Spanish) about the exhibition Reconexión at Carrasco Airport