-The coast on which we are washed ashore I call a landscape, space between water and land, between fluid and solid, between the mythical round of the streams of water and the fixed horizontal and vertical perspectives of the landscape. This landscape is, accordingly, in the beginning desolate, a desert, isola and desert simultaneously even. It’s an empty space, a white space in a brilliant shining mirror of light. There is no contrast, no dark and light, morning or evening; there lies this nondescript and untrodden space – and an invitation to enter.~ “to come home”, by @divendalleo