West Horizons
The road echoes the conquest of the West, and the immense horizons it unveils are all symbols of the United States. I drive. 4 trips. 3 months, 10 states, 35,000 km. From the Atlantic to the West Gate to the Pacific Ocean, a half-continent-wide road trip. Leave old Europe. The new world. Yes, the horizons and the stakes are here, planetary.
And the era is new: Anthropocene.
I use these skylines to question the relationship between man and his territory. Most of the time is a frontal line between nature and human activity. Exploitation and destruction of the environment is a theme that underlies my work. Like this road that takes me.
Our fate is tied to the earth. Filigree of my exploration of space, I question the history of Indians and settlers, the first thread of the conflict between a way of life harmonious with nature and the predator and destroyer one that prevails today. I read the Geronimo’s autobiography. He died 109 years ago only. I search for the places where he was born, where he lived and struggled. Near the geographical center of the United States, it was the Lakotas (Sioux) who were massacred at Wounded Knee, a few kilometers from Standing Rock.
An Indian legend tells that two wolves fight in man’s heart; one is love and hope, the other anger and fear. The wolf who wins is the one we feed the most. Freedom resist in me, this quest for a horizon of peace glimpsed, so I continue.
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