I am a water drop in this sublime giant landscape where the sense of space is lost in reflections, and imagination transports me to paintings of early times of exploration. Hostile landscapes were adventurers arrived hungry for knowledge and discovery and left weathered by this cruel climate. I feel humbled by the magnitude of this landscape. How did I get here? How can the sight of this beauty change one’s perception of the fragility of nature in such a profound way, how does one become so protective of this property of the world? We are so privileged to witness this brutally raw state, where the weather can change in no time, where, in minutes, the sky can turn from blue to black in the day and from black to wild shades of metallic blue at night. The intensity of this ice pornography everywhere I look makes me feel drunk of beauty and only after a few days I’m able to put these feelings into words. This daily exposure to awesomeness makes me dream at night of my life as vignettes of past times in Vigo, New York, Hawaii, Antarctica, and the Pacific Ocean, all in one dream. I try to dissect the meaning of these intense dreams and I wonder how the seasides of my past looked like in early days, before cars existed, before people knew plastic, before mobile phones created forests of communication masts. In this recollection of places I wonder when we stopped looking, when urban spaces and manicured landscapes eclipsed the raw state, when fauna and flora are now mere elements of an anthropomorphized ecosystem. Planet Ocean is already turning into the transformed terrestrial spaces, where finding scenes untouched by humans is turning harder as we create new needs for expansions and invasion of space. We breathe because of the Ocean and yet, after having conquered the atmosphere and land, Oceans are now Earth’s last factory to be closed down.
