10/05/2026
Island Notes 01
Île de Bendor
In the mornings, I walk around the island before the first boats arrive. I keep noticing details that feel strangely familiar: rocks, dried salt, plants growing through cracks, the texture of eroded walls. Landscapes and surfaces I feel connected to.
Back home, I know the ways of the wind. Here, it arrives suddenly, just when everything seems as if it will remain still.
There is something particular about island life. You arrive a stranger. Then slowly, through little moments, shared crossings and conversations, a temporary community begins to form. Even if you don’t speak the language, you slowly become part of it. Here, inside a refined environment, the island still remains an island first.
I am an island born, ‘bodulka’ (in Croatian).
Now, I find myself on another island, far from home, rediscovering parts of myself.
What feels familiar here are not the fragments of the place itself. It is something deeper than that. The smell of iodine in the wind, algae, herbs under the sun. Those things send me somewhere back in life. Through the senses, it is almost like seeing vivid images.
My work is becoming sincere, more instinctive, more open.
More willing to keep the traces of landscapes lived.
