“As everyone knows, beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently. … In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.” – Jaqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Dart
This series of black and white images of the elders of Collioure was created to reflect their passions and aspirations: the 87 year old fisherman who still rows his own boat into the misty bay every morning in solitude, the man who creates miniature fishing boats in traditional Catalan style with his own hands, and the men who practice the ancient art of hand weaving fishing traps. Yet there is more to their stories than simply being carriers of historical knowledge, and it is this essence that I have endeavoured to capture: always, there is the love and affection of those who surround and care for each of these people, and give true meaning and life to their days.