I never believed in the end of the world, we have survived so many it was hard to think the one of 2012 would be any different. And yet some strange superstition was creeping on me. What if the world comes to an end and I still haven’t seen much of it!
So I set on a journey to South America. On the road I dreamt of shipwrecks and a comet crashing the Earth. I saw dinosaurs’ footprints, swam in salt lagoons and explored deep canyons. I was falling. Falling in love with the world and myself.
They said we shouldn’t take ‘The end of the world’ too literal this time, that it would be more of a spiritual transformation, transition onto a new level of perception and consciousness. In a sense it did happened to me. I feel like I ‘died’ once or twice and will never be the same. At some point of my journey I returned home to say goodbye to my grandmother who was fighting cancer for many years. Her death left me in an emotional coma for months. Three months after I decided to continue my journey and flew back to South America.
It has been a year of great discoveries and encounters and also a year of many goodbyes, a year of separations with people I loved, with people I met on the way. An amazing lesson learned: to be able to walk away from things that don’t make me happy anymore.
This series is part of the book I am working on at the moment; it’s a visual personal diary of a life I lived in 2012 when I fell in love with the world and lost fear of losing it.
So I set on a journey to South America. On the road I dreamt of shipwrecks and a comet crashing the Earth. I saw dinosaurs’ footprints, swam in salt lagoons and explored deep canyons. I was falling. Falling in love with the world and myself.
They said we shouldn’t take ‘The end of the world’ too literal this time, that it would be more of a spiritual transformation, transition onto a new level of perception and consciousness. In a sense it did happened to me. I feel like I ‘died’ once or twice and will never be the same. At some point of my journey I returned home to say goodbye to my grandmother who was fighting cancer for many years. Her death left me in an emotional coma for months. Three months after I decided to continue my journey and flew back to South America.
It has been a year of great discoveries and encounters and also a year of many goodbyes, a year of separations with people I loved, with people I met on the way. An amazing lesson learned: to be able to walk away from things that don’t make me happy anymore.
This series is part of the book I am working on at the moment; it’s a visual personal diary of a life I lived in 2012 when I fell in love with the world and lost fear of losing it.