At the beginning there was the discovery of the sea energy, of the land, of the mountains, of the silence, of the lost streets, of the lush vegetation, of the hot water that springs from the land on a cold night, the darkness that threatens the shy sun. Then it was the return and the reunion with everything that became familiar and of which I was already a part of.
Now, I needed to find out what is beyond the doors of family houses, that seem to have always been there, firm, facing the sea, with nothing to promise, but with stories to tell. The common or sacred objects, the portraits of those who live and of their ancestors, the family atmosphere charged with slow time, the aura of what remains.
(Series in development in the Azores)