The only clear memories of my first trip to Lanzarote were volcanoes, cactuses, lichens and lava surrounded by an impetuous ocean, nothing else. Then I started to go relatively often to the island and decided to photograph strictly in analog, to be able to identify myself with the distinctive rhythm that pervades the volcanic landscape. It was when my parents decided to spend part of the year in the northern part of Lanzarote, in a small fishing village where the road ends, that I seriously thought of portraying it entirely. I simply let myself get carried away without looking for a specific story, fascinated by the atavistic bond that embraces the island: that between land, water and man.
Photography and words by Alessandro Vincenzi
Edited by Bis Turnor