Naxos Island is a place that I have been visiting for summer vacations since I was a child, this means for the last 35 years. Surprisingly enough, it had never occurred to me, until this summer, to make a project on the landscape of this island and what it really means to me. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this series of photographs came as a revelation. Maybe it had been subconsciously waiting in my mind for 35 years, or this is the time it needed to get to the surface. And despite Naxos' beautiful sandy beaches and emerald waters, what indeed reached that surface of consciousness is the arid, rocky landscape, carved by the etesian winds. A man-altered landscape, of course, sometimes subtly and respectfully and others in an absurd and relentless way.