“Had I only gotten it right with what I later came to know, to spare myself from so many terrors… One is always in the dark; only at the very last moment does the room become clear. I say: reality is not at the departure nor at the arrival; it reveals itself to us in the middle of the crossing.” (João Guimarães Rosa, Grande Sertão: Veredas)

Between memories, passages, and crossings, we search for beauty and for openings. For markers, somehow defined, that give rhythm to time, to phases, and to days. Space envelops us, and the landscape surrounds us, reminding us of the physicality of our presence and of all the other beings that make up a place.