Pels camps d’or

I have nearly always lived in the same city: my home town. In fact, many of my relatives and friends have done the same as me, following the Mediterranean tendency – not really out of a feeling of love for this town – to be born, live and die in the same place, and trying to keep the tribe united in an almost unconscious way.

Since a long time, I have been photographing the landscapes in the surrounding areas of my hometown. I have always had a special fondness for those fragile spaces which are threatened by construction fever and urban growth. They mark the frontiers between many concepts: city and nature, light and darkness, noise and silence. With the passing of time, those spaces have become smalls havens of serenity for me. As night falls, when the darkness spreads over those fields, everything is transformed: the real into unreal, the ordinary into essential, and the obvious into mysterious. It is as if each place took refuge in its innermost self and let itself only be caressed by the faint city lights. And it is in that semidarkness, where feelings become more acute and give way to a world of imagination and emotion.