Today is about her and her inner world…She´s the origin of life itself, she´s the abundance and fertility, she´s the desire and the lust, she´s worshiped, she´s the pain and the pleasure, she´s delicate but she can be the thunder, she has hundreds of names and meanings, she´s a flower, a peach, a shell, she´s the triangle and the delta, the earth or a boat of heaven; she´s complex and complicated, she´s pure and a sinner, she´s a cultural taboo, she´s oppressed and covered, she´s powerful but still vulnerable…she´s beautiful. Not just today, but every day is about her.



Our eco-system is comprised of interdependent animals and plants which constitute a complex web of life, where the extinction of a single species may affect the whole biological system pertaining to life and living things. The reasons for this threat to marine life are varied, but mostly due to irrational human behavior and activities: extensive overfishing and pervasive water pollution, the rising of the ocean’s temperatures. Because of the oceanic impacts of global warming, we could be facing a sweeping loss of species in the near future. The collection does not wish to be a prediction or a snapshot of future’s memories, but more of a meditation upon the beauty of marine life that could extinct, trying to bring awareness and to find new ways to engage people in thinking and taking action on critical issues of climate change and extinction due to human intervention. We shouldn’t build monuments for mourning the past, for what we cannot change, but for now, while we can still change the present course of marine life.


Day by day, we let ourselves engaged in the rush of the modern life, polishing the cage we built and filling the void with the pursuit of material wealth. We have violently distanced from nature, from every natural and primordial antidepressant. We have emptied our insides of joy, forgetting that a life shouldn’t be constant busyness and rushing, but contemplation and creation, connection with people and time for nature. I have rediscovered all this in an isolated place from Catalunya, Where the almond trees and wind mills are, where time can be counted only by the sunrise or sunset, with “clefts in the rocks where I may hide and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed”. By my latest collection, for which I have used some “souvenirs” of that place (wood parts, almonds, leafs), I wanted to share with you a small part of what this place means and bring it closer.
“Happiness ... not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour.”

— Walt Whitman