It is a well-known saying, taken from the Bible: “Dust thou are, and unto dust shalt thou return” (according to one of the most widely used translations). Thus, the French poet Nerval, quoted by the Mexican writer Octavio Paz, says that we are the children of slime, of mud.
The image of primordial matter will always attract our visual, even tactile, attention. In it, in some way, we find ourselves, we see ourselves reflected, whether it is soft or dry, almost dust. Its color and texture play on its Genesic body.
I took these three images with my cell phone on a recent trip to the Araya Peninsula, on the way to one of its beaches. It is salty mud, cracked by the harsh sun, touched by the sea breeze and water.
Thank you for the attention.
