During the last two years I have worked on a personal project consisting of knowing and portraying the Romanesque art of the region of Cerdanya.
Every time I left my house to work there, I did it with an idea in my mind about the images I intended to obtain. But one day, by chance, I found an old corner that moved me to a world away from what I foresaw, a place I hadn’t had visited for a long time.
On the day of the summer solstice, when the sun goes down, the wind whispers words in a language long forgotten. Is in those arcane moments when the spirits of wood manifest themselves…
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