Whispers of Water

In 2020, we lived through a nightmare filled with fear, where we saw the world and life through a window. When we could finally move—even if only within the limits of the province—I decided to explore it. I looked at the torrents and waterfalls that irrigate the Community of Madrid in spring with fresh eyes. I sought out the details, the lines, the landscapes reflected in the water. I tried to isolate the small figures it created. Two months that helped me leave behind part of the pain and enjoy life, whose value the pandemic reminded us of.