“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”
―Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, or, the Whale
I dived between prehistorical and mythological sea monsters’ jaws rocky shells fins gills scales and wings, getting deep in their inner body finding modern days Giona trapped between their bones and guts, trying to find a way out towards the light.
The same light that also shapes these enormous sea creatures, immersed in this primordial environment with no real time and space coordinates, reminding us of our ancestral ruthless and unavoidable destiny: born from water, dependant on water for survival, and finally dying, dissolving to dust
