Tharros - Sensations

Why I see a city sinking into the sea giving me a strange feeling

There are little pieces of broken pottery just laying on the ground all over Tharros, these ones are right here and they make me think about people building things here for a very long time. This is a site so rich with the past that the trail stones are part of the story.

Because I saw the ability to sculpt the stones with squaring and joints.. because this is a basalt and you have to know the soul of the stone.. the sensation is to feel the hammer as it hits the chisel and the only note was the mistral with its sound and its freshness.. with its perfumes a

To report the presence, in my opinion, of too much grass

Because I imagined walking into a 2000 year old home

Lonely man

I have a photo of my grandfather, taken during the excavations at Tharros, in front of a similar wall

Colours in an otherwise colourless site, surrounded by other beautiful colours.

Childhood memories

Carefree, beauty, quiet

As soon as I set foot among the ruins of Tharros I feel the warm sun on my skin and a salty breeze coming from the sea. In front of me the ancient columns, white and worn, in contrast with the blue of the sea. I walk feeling the irregular consistency of the stone under my feet. I hear the seagulls and, further away, the sound of the waves that comes from "the living sea", the scent of myrtle and the salty air...

The sun kisses our land, the Mediterranean herbs give off the scents of home, the mistral is our brother

The sensation I currently feel is that of distance. To be here at the ancient city, with a direct view to the other side of the bay, it makes me wonder about how it will have been to be so close visually to other peoples, other activities, other worlds and opportunities, yet still so far away in a practical sense of travel and connection.

It reminds me of the stories my grandfather used to tell

Iconic image of Tharros, the most important one, recognized all over the world, has always fascinated me, the sea behind, the scent of Mediterranean scrub, the wind that caresses me

I imagine myself on the doorstep contemplating the sea, the adverse weather, the dangers of invasion by other peoples. A mixture of peace and anxiety.

I love the way that the wind brings the past (ruins)and the present (boats) to refresh my face and include me in its path!

The column on the land and the column in the water. The site draws my attention to the water and the shoreline - the meeting points. Here the archaeological forms are almost mirrored in the water, they are so covered in seaweed that I don’t know what is natural and what is human. This makes me question the different forms of agency on site. Echoes, lapping water, coolness on dry sand, clear shallows.

I can feel sea breeze

The sensation of wind and movement. What caught me here was the binary of stillness in the built landscape with the movement of the wind (the weeds, the water, the yacht).

The sound of wind and waves is on common site, especially at the end of the day when the wind picks up and your brain is not thinking about other things

I captured this video because of how beautiful it is to walk onto the site and how much the background and landscape takes my attention away from the ruins.