I am air. Light and ethereal, the wind through which birds soar. At the same time, I am water. Free, fresh, energetic. And land. With roots that tie me to the olive groves and to my ancestors’ homes. But, above all, I am light. The dawn awakening in ochre. Organic shadows resting on my skin. A glass prism in its mineral form. The fragile reflection of a ceramic vase. I carry the Mediterranean in every drop of my being. And I like it.