The visit to an ancient power plant (still working) allowed me to do a wonderful trip in the machinery of the late Nineteenth Century, many of which are still in operation. Cast iron, lancets, indicators... a wonderful carousel of images that seemed to come from the novels of H.G. Wells.
During the post-production of photographs, slowly taking shape in my mind an idea, a story. The tale of a god imprisoned, his days as a slave and his escape. Feelings and thoughts fueled by my love for the beautiful stories of Jorge Luis Borges.