The fluidity and impermanence of water in its shapes and reflections, its images and its materiality signify the means and the route of this work. Its continuous movement – contours, wrinkles, ripples – constitutes, to me, a metaphor of time.

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As I engraved, pressing the gouge on the wood, I also thought of the V-shaped bows on boats, opening their ways through the water. Wooden veins, water veins. Surfaces that communicate.

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The rain on the sea. We lose the sharpness of things. The line of the horizon fades, fusing sea and sky. Distances.

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And even when water is not present in the images in a concrete way, it guides the possible meanings that may emerge – multiple and different perspectives, that which escapes us.

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It may all be a vain attempt, since it’s contradictory – it is, after all, born from the desire to capture its transitory character.