“When I walk along the narrow, pebbly gravel road that runs along the neat rows of Ariola, I sometimes become mesmerised, for an instant, by the patterns of a picture painted by nature.
The brown and grainy silence of the clay furrows interrupted by the bright colour of the vine leaves, in shades from vermilion red, to golden, to bright green, reminds me of the seasons and how time passes. Of my connection to my land.
And I see how past and present merge. How soil and vineyard are intertwined, generating matter from a single fruit: life and vine.”