Watchman

Original painting by Michele Petrelli ©

Travelogue -
1 - The guardian.
So like the ordinary man, unaware of where he comes from nor of where he will go, aboard my single raft I set out for places unknown to ordinary reality. I reach after many hours of monotonous sailing the first leg of the journey. Anthropomorphic carved rocks rise from the sea. The first is a bather submerged up to his shoulders. The head results tilted in position. It seems to greet those who arrive. I return the greeting to this eerie presence I have named Guardian. Behind him rises some ten meters a stone sculpture that has a twisted pose. Its arched arms and body hint at the moment of death. Everything then seems to indicate that this journey I have recently undertaken begins at the end. Further on I see a work of human engineering: a bridge. I feel it friendly and decide to cross it...