TOWARDS THE BEAUTIFUL, NON-EXISTENT ISLAND
Outopia (no place) / Eutopia (good place)
I try to go towards this ideal island that can never be reached. It represents my idea of perfection, what I want to be. The journey lasts an entire life, mine, and the sea often slows me down. During the journey mermaids call me, they distract me, they are so beautiful they prevent me from reaching my destination. Their singing accompanies my path, as sweet as distraction, as strong as impediments. But these beautiful mermaids make my journey richer and more precious. Without their singing that keeps me company I wouldn’t be who I am today. If their voices were different I would be someone else.