Trans Mare
“Caelum, non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.” They do not change their spirit, but only the sky [above their head] those who cross the sea, writes Horace. In this impossibility of escaping oneself, where inner well-being is not achieved only with a journey overseas, my reflection on change is born. The urgency to understand the inner motions of the self manifests itself through the search for fragments of the external landscape that resonate with inner elements. The practice of epiphanic walking takes me to every shore and every peak, exposes me to chance and chaos, allowing me to find the images with which I try to give shape to the self-island.
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