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In Belle Ile I met Pablo Castillo. Pablo works with clay. He defines himself as an artisan sculptor, close to pagan art. The hours in Pablo's workshop warmed my soul, it was a refuge in the winter, an island on the island. I would go there, on my bike, with the tripod and the camera, sometimes fighting the wind, sometimes defying the rain. As soon as he arrived at the workshop, the time was different, the clocks softened, the contours of space blurred. It was just him and me, our shared longing, our memories, and all the land characters that populated the workshop.
Here is the small report we did, and a link to their website: https://pablo-castillo.com/
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