Rescue Me

Those who have stretched out their arms in the open sea -flapping the fins of their feet -the eyes absorbed in the darkness of their breath, -those who have dived into the bottom of the pupil -of a grouper in the water -forgetting the air, those who have tied -to the mast a web and combined -the course and the drift, those who have rowed -on their feet to long timbers: these know -that the waters have faces. -And over the faces emerge – gales, currents -and the leaping of fish dreaming of flight. (Erri De Luca.) A buoy, a safe mooring, is no longer just a floating object, anchored in a certain point to avoid drifting from the waves, or to signal a danger, for the artist it becomes a symbol that comes 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.