I sipped the idea from Shoji Ueda in his album "Brilliant Scenes". I let it settle down and distilled it. But unlike the Japanese photographer, I shed the product of my mind on just one specific part of the fields in my home region — the vineyards.

In the Mediterranean tradition there are many eulogies dedicated to wine, the most democratic of nectars, the liquor that wraps the body and comforts the spirit. The greatest poets from many civilizations sung countless odes dedicated to it throughout history. However, the plant, its predecessor, the one suffering inclemencies to offer us the joy of the delicate fruit that springs from it, is unfairly quite often overlooked. And it was to the vine that I wanted to pay tribute across the cycle of the seasons, from the sprigs to the vineplant already established, from the naked branch to the voluptuous fleshy berries grouped in clusters.

Alentejo, Portugal, 2006/2007