Every time we read a good book, a ray of light gets into us. Books teach us, guide us, empower us with values and dreams, open our mind and heart. They help us understand things and somehow make us feel understood.
For a long period of my life, books were my only magical portal towards a world I could only imagine. I think this is why I have became a slow reader; I don’t just read a book, I pass it through the prism of my imagination. Every situation, landscape, character will get shaped and animated by the power and within the limitation of my own creativity. Some images, the echo of certain words thought forgotten will always accompany me from within, creating a place to come back.
Some time ago, I let myself submerge into the world created by the Spanish writer Carlos Ruiz Zafón in his novel The shadow of the wind (La sombra del viento). The subjugating story takes you across a Barcelona in the period following the Spanish Civil War. Most of the places described are real, although changed by the passage of time. Seeing them in person, shortly after reading the novel, made me feel like I was walking within a dreamy world: a strange mixture of a crowded, touristic city and the mysterious and traumatised Barcelona of the first half of the twentieth century. Made me perceive Barcelona in a more intimate and profound way, that I have tried to transmit throughout my photographs. Hope you will enjoy them and if you have not visit the city yet, you at least add it to your bucket list.