Sometimes summer and the journeys we make within it come to us as a promise that our body will finally dissolve into something larger than itself. The sun, the water, time expanded by the absence of the need to be productive, everything seems to conspire to blur the boundaries between what we are and what surrounds us. And yet, there, immersed in an inescapable blue, something resists. The grain of sand that scratches the skin, the plastic of the float that creaks, the sound of the water crashing against the stones and not merely merging with them, the falling light that weighs on the shoulders.

Through the project "Luminous Ruins", which I have already mentioned here, as well as so many others that move through ecological discussions, or rather, through ways of world-making, I highlighted the sharing of matter from which all things in the world, including us, are made.

In any case, even if I choose, at certain moments, to speak of what we are made of together, I am by no means defending a kind of undifferentiated continuity. To share matter implies, above all, variation. What makes any relation possible is not fusion, but difference itself.

And perhaps, especially in contemporary environmental and ecological discourses, there has been a confusion between difference as opposition, which produces hierarchies (humans over animals, animals over plants, etc.), and difference as multiplicity, which not only stands against this logic, but also destabilizes it.

It is precisely in this field of differences, where there is no dissolution, but partial compositions, that these images, taken in Croatia, on different beaches of the Adriatic in 2025, were made.

What moved me to press the shutter was attention to this tension that, far from being a flaw, is the very condition of experience.

Bodies turned toward absences, interrupted actions, incomplete gestures, gazes that do not meet, singularities encountering others without flattening or resolving into one another.

What summer and the displacements we make during this time allow, then, is, from within the dilated time that imposes itself, not to dissolve into the landscape, but to estrange it, to recognize differences, including that of this other duration in relation to the coded time of everyday life and, in this process, to make difference cease to be perceived as an obstacle and become that which makes encounter, and therefore life, possible.

Partial Compositions

This project is in conversation with Deleuze, Strathern, and others.