I first look for the one entitled Carghi. It is a marine coast in backlight. I know that was taken in Iceland. In the middle three black stacks stand up by a thin black stripe, perfectly horizontal, in the middle of two others stripes of coast of greater height, also horizontal. Everything in here has a horizontal course, even the black furrows streaming down the body of water in front. All, except those three bizarre shapes that stand up upward. So, for that their contrasting verticality, they suddenly seem to begin to move, very slow, in quiet procession. Three figures advancing calm, from the left to the right: the first in the forward position and phallic, the second one most peaceful and good-natured in his potbellied mass, the third, the one that closes the procession, thoughtfully sloped forward.
And then, above all this, here they are other silhouettes from bizarre profiles, other shadows, but clear instead of dark, behind the black figures. And above all heavier, bodily, carved in the marble: as stone boats.
They also seem to move slowly, doubling the procession. They plow transversely the photography, they exceed the edges, make a bridge with the outside. Where these stone ghosts are going to go? Maybe they are the ghosts of all the boats that have sailed or who will sail the stretch of sea during the time, in the past and future, whose traces have remained imprisoned in the picture? And now they become visible, literally come to life, acquiring a material consistency, tridimensional.