Bathers

For many years, I have been wandering around the sea, the Mediterranean Sea. It is my retreat, a place of healing. Having lived my best and many bad moments as a child next to it, I turned to it as a mother, who seemed to be always there, present. Sometimes fierce and angry and at other times calm and loving. Living close to this enchanting environment functioned as a “parallel” life, there was something unsophisticated, something dreamlike about it. Inevitably, being near the sea, I watched its people. The bathers with their peculiarities, their habits, their preferences, their emotions, their looks, their acquaintances, all this carefree atmosphere was always attracting my attention. Also, many times, the landscape that each time surrounded the bathers with its particular characteristics, all the details of this adventure by the sea, the lost or abandoned washed-up objects, and some moments of relaxation are parts of this fascinating experience.