Estuary of Betanzos

A fish skeleton — a symbol of the essence of things, or a magical tree whose roots go into the past while its branches stretch into the infinity of the future?

The estuary is a point of transition, a border between fresh and salt water, between the stable and the shifting. It breathes: filling and shallowing, flooding the shores and revealing them again, entering into dialogue with natural cycles. Time here does not move linearly. It lives in tides and ebbs — like human life with its rises and falls.

Marshes are a place of stagnation, a bog in which one can become stuck, and at the same time an ecosystem full of life, shelter, and transformation. Here decomposition becomes birth.

Forests are chaos and order, labyrinth and protection, loss and discovery. Unlike the marsh, where time gets stuck, the forest multiplies paths. By choosing one, we do not cancel the others — they remain as shadows of possibilities.