Who has stretched out his arms in the open sea -flapping the fins of his feet -his eyes absorbed in the darkness of breath, -who has plunged into the pupil-bottom -of a grouper in the water -forgetting the air, who has tied -to the mast a web and combined -the course and the drift, who has rowed -on his feet to long timbers: these know -that the waters have faces. -And above the faces emerge – gales, bonfires, currents -and the leaping of fish that dream of flight. (Erri De Luca.) A buoy, a safe mooring, is no longer just a floating object, anchored at a given point to avoid drifting from wave motion, or to signal a danger, for the artist it becomes a symbol that stems from childhood memories, it delimits the extreme limit where we can swim to the ‘safe zone’ and then turn back, a fixed point to which we can cling in a path of reflection that brings us back to dry land.