ROUTE TO MOTHERLAND
Of Tenerife, I only had mental images based on the stories I had heard years ago from islanders. They would speak about micro-climates, geography, topography, local culture, tourism, but most of all they all seemed to give much importance to the mountain : the Teide. I thought it was like a worship. Since then, I have felt a great craving for visiting this island and meeting the volcano, which finally happened by the end of 2018.
Somehow, in spite of the touristic atmosphere and urbanized areas, Tenerife made me comfortable. From the embracing tropical mildness and the secretive haze that welcomes the visitor out of the plane, to the old endemic trees and black volcanic beaches, its beauty is as unusual as multiple. There's weirdness and wilderness, something of an ancient territory. And, as strange as it may appear, I felt like home without even knowing this place, especially while discovering the Teide National Park.
It appeared to me as a primitive place, where I could conceive of what was Earth million years ago, and how it would have originated life. As a volcanic island, Tenerife has a telluric activity, that is not only visible physically, but gives a special atmosphere, urging the visitor to slow down, observe and feel its energy.
Contemplating the landscape, I finally realized I was also part of the universe myself, a tiny link in a global huge chain, with my own creative energy, as a human being, both daughter and mother, with my own magmatic chamber, cyclic periods of activity and rest, and ability to give life. I couldn’t help but relate strongly to this powerful place. There, somehow, I rooted, and met my ecofeminism.
Oh. And I made a zine out of it, there are few copies left, please DM me in at my IG account if you’re interested.