Milos is probably one of the most visually complex island of Greece because of its volcanic origins : the extreme wildness of the island , levigated by an almost never stopping wind , in addition to its historical architectural traces create a special atmosphere. It feels to me that a bridge between Nature, Humans and the « Sacred » is maybe a bit more tangible here than elsewhere. In this process of getting close to this bridge, I find Color (despite the temptation of a stereotyped white and blue Greek image) always useless. Animals, human constructions, Nature and its Gods, match in a sort of natural, shaded and linear exchange, suggesting an ancient, timeless origin, so that Time is suspended and pictures look like they can’t be dated. Its great similarities with one of my homes (Calabria-south of Italy), make the island a sort of viscerally familiar dreamland for me (hot, dry, windy, harsh and wild, with God and its architectural and human manifestations always around the corner..,) but where emotions and memories meet a new surprising setting, a place that it is always very difficult to leave for me, for the emotional perspective it offers. I went to Milos twice, just once with a camera, and I’ll probably go back each time I can, each time ready to leave a piece of me there.