Cork - Dublin, Ireland, 2021/2022
IRELAND WAS THE FIRST COUNTRY I IMMIGRATED TO. I arrived not knowing exactly what to expect and had to survive. The weather was a challenge: the constant rain kept me from going out with my camera, as much as I wanted. But in that struggle—with the country and with myself—I discovered something essential: the Irish are incredibly kind and beautiful people. Ireland was a fight with myself.
I couldn’t photograph as much as I wanted, but each picture holds the intensity of those days.
Ireland is the darkness
that plays with fire.
It is the lost soul,
dressed in wet earth
and shades of grey.
An old soul,
that, while playing having every vice,
hides the hardness and balance of the wild.
It is the wild beast,
among green cliffs,
and its prey… the light of day.
Ireland is the spilled drop,
constant,
almost eternal,
of a rain that falls
so intense
it drives,
it drags,
the souls.
CASAL SANTIAGO
