
Rain turns us into colourful molluscs- slow and absorbed, as if, life is a home at last Water seeps inside like a shoal of fish .We lie half submerged like an origin in a pond of first memories with hyacinths, the flowers of the fish Down our spines – water snakes, pebbles, weeds, dark green…
An image is just an image. But a picture says more than words. We suggest you backtrack: put words on this image. Who were these people? What happened to them? What is the story behind this black and white shot? Go to the other side of the mirror, take the pen, write, reconstruct the past…