Everybody talks about fish and turtles and whales. Big animals, the bigger the better, the bigger the more impressive. Animals with eyes and face, with which we can identify. Animals in danger that we can save. Animals that convey to us with penetrating glances, in which we can see an awareness and, therefore, there may be a connection. A bond that unites us. We want to see ourselves reflected in a pupil, desperately, because it seems that to respect we have to understand and to understand we have to find a piece of what we are in what we have in front of us.
But, for a day, just one day, dare to look at things nobody looks at and, the nose in the reefs, you will discover abstract shapes made of colours and textures as if it were small art paintings. Right near the bottom of the sea, eyes looking inside the holes, you will let pass rays, sharks and moonfish, which will swim away quietly behind the nape of your neck. And you, addict already of everything you have never thought possible, will let go this shadows of emblematic animals for another inexplicable shape, a wet cloud texture playing to pretend to be the feathers of a bird or a bright orange as if it was solar rain.