I remember that summer in the Balearic Islands, as if time had stopped between Ibiza, Formentera, Mallorca & Menorca.

The Mediterranean stretched out before me, and in its hidden coves, under the sun, I found a beauty free and bare that seemed to rise from the earth itself. The women there, as much a part of the landscape as the rocks and the sea, moved with the same freedom as the breeze.

Now, in another time, I’m still trapped in that summer. Each canvas I paint takes me back to those shores, to that light, to the salt in the air. I try to capture what has already faded, as if I could relive it in every brushstroke... but in the end, it all lingers as a whisper of what once was.