I feel that the days that I live near the sea transmit to me emotions that transcend to the common place, of my days in the routine of home and work.
I’ve always lived far from the sea all my life. I only see the sea and the beaches on some summer holidays.
The days seem longer. The days seem to run more slowly, lazily.
Watching the sea, the waves, the fishing boats that leave very early in the morning from the coast and come back at dusk, often bringing the result of good fishing, sometimes not so much, is very enriching and calms me down.
Watching the birds that land on the beach or making real acrobatic flights, fluttering in search of food transports me, makes me travel to other distant places, to other worlds.
My gaze wanders in many places, sometimes in the sea, sometimes in the mountains behind me, and often reaches far greater distances than those I see when I am in continental regions.
And the photograph fills these beautiful moments of observation even more. The photographs complete these moments in the form of images that record my feelings forever.
That’s why I always say (parodying a phrase from a great Brazilian poet named Ferreira Gullar that says “art exists because life is not enough”): “photography exists because life is not enough”.