I wish my work would be an ongoing journey. A trip the Ithaca which is waiting for me. Some that may already be so close to me that I never reach. A trip to the Ithaca of others. A travel work, inside and outside, one´s skin. Trips that make travel mixed with the mud but also with all the incense in the world. Words and works that are not gone with the wind because they are wind themselves. Wind Works in a new Pandora's box. Hopefully I can make that Hope comes out also from the beginning.