When I lived on the island, often the clouds stayed below the tops of the mountains surrounding the gulf. When traveling towards the summit you crossed that barrier of the ocean of ​​clouds and appeared in another landscape. The sun was shining there, and the sky was intense blue.

Here in the north something similar happens with the lakes. Sometimes reflections are created so realistic that they appear more detailed and vivid than the source of the reflection itself. A mirror of everything.

Stepping into a fragmented version of the world.

I stop and look around me, seeing everything as if for the first time. I observe the shapes and colors that have no name in this indefinite space in which I cross oceans of clouds or mirrors of dark water.
I wonder where I am.
What I see leads me to see what I don't see.
Liquid worlds.
The darkness of the ice and the forest.
The black and red water of the lakes.

Thinking about clouds leads me to this reflection, to the passage from one place to another and our connection with the sky. To the usual questions, because there is not only what we see. To a state before images are defined, before they are enveloped by the rays of light that pierce our darkness.

  

“Homo Nubilus”

When we were whole before looking up at the sky, when the vegetation was so thick that you could barely see the light, when after a long time we contemplated the moon, when looking up at the sky we searched for the meaning of life.

"Homo" means "man" or "human being.
"Nubilus" means "cloudy."

A mythological being who knows the answers to questions that we do not know how to answer. Mythology reaches where men cannot.

About our identity? The connection with our environment? The search for meaning in a world of uncertainty and impermanence?

The transience of human existence, the beauty in the ephemeral, the moments that fade like clouds in the sky. We move between fragmented versions of the world. What we create, the space where everything is stored; the experiences that then expand throughout the whole.

The earth trembles under my feet while I look up at the stars.