In English

Pujol's Lake, El Saler (Valencia, Spain), January 2019 There in the middle of the room trying to be inconspicuous shyly looking down clearly wishing to be somewhere else instead, the big elephant sits in a place never imagined. Hiding behind its ears not to be overlooked impossible to be ignored just waiting silently, the elephant sits in the middle of a space that definitely needs to be addressed.

A raven in the Mission, San Jose de Capistrano, California, November 2018 Nothing changes, nothing has changed, but nothing stays the same either. Muddy sadness crawls up your skin actually freezing your very being. Clayish goo covers your whole body, it dries, you cannot move, breathing becomes a chore, fleeing is possible no more. Panic sets in, you need to escape, but there is no escaping in sight: you are confined to loneliness in a narrow coffin of muddy despair. It gets dry, and dark, and distressing, your heart is barely beating, your lungs wringing oxygen out of clay: collapsing is near, you just give in. All resistance is gone, the clay figure you have become fails silently to the ground, the muddy crust around you cracks open, you seem to be free to go. Up and breathe, though no luck, you are still on the run.

Geiranger Fjord, Norway, August 2015 I am tired of being strong. I want to scream, surrender, let go without remorse, hide away in my shelter until the storm is over, sleep until the break of dawn. I am tired of being strong, of wearing every day a suit of armor, of putting on a helmet made of smiles, of venturing to conquer a new day be it sunny or cold or stormy to look after everybody’s safe return. I am tired of being strong, of keeping most hidden away my fears, my pains, my insecurities, my complexes, my wounds, my success, of changing tears into peace. But I am alive and I will keep on wearing my cuirass, my helmet, my smile, my uncertainties and my peace, and I will look happiness in the eyes as long as it takes for us to be just one.