Rifugio dei Viandanti / Sanctuary of the Wayfarers
December 2017, España. The wind sways the pines and the horse’s pond is full when Sam embarks on an ambitious new work. I have the feeling it will take some time. Following his process from beginning to completion, I also turn my camera towards the place where we have settled, a remote breezy plateau, 532 m altitude, lower Aragón. As winter becomes summer and the glinting work evolves, Sam tells me it contain memories of our old house, the essence of that sanctuary carried with him across Europe like an icon. Yet I can see it also contains everything compelling of here, this new-to-us but ancient land of rivers and eagles and terraces, where I am standing with the horses and my camera tonight.