A morning at the Botanical Gardens

I got out of the underground and that eerie feeling hit me hard. It is becoming all too familiar, the weirdness of a city in lockdown. Shops and bars shut. Apocaliptic creepiness. There was some people in the streets though, and the sun was shinning on what felt like a spring morning, only it is still January… The benefits of living by the Mediterranean coast I guess. There aren’t really many seasons here, but it …

Art, time, nature

The older I get, the more I realize how much growing up in a rural environment has had an impact into who I am. Not just as a human being, but as an artist, too (not that I can really separate those two intertwined sides of myself). As a child, I was allowed to roam the streets (in which there was no asphalt, but stones, and a herd of sheep passing by daily, on their …