Montserrat TORRENTS

The north coast, still inhospitable and barren, was my refuge for a long time.

I studied its jagged, sheer cliffs, suspended above the swirling eddies, picking up fragments of granite, clays of different colours and shells broken by the surf.

The wild goats, jumping from wall to wall, were my only companions…

Later, in France, I discovered the transformation of rocks by fire, the mystery of high temperatures and the amazing discovery of firing accidents.

After the waters of the Mediterranean, I could see the flames transforming the minerals.

Today, my inspiration combines the north face of Menorca, illuminated by Favaritx, its life-saving lighthouse, and the disturbing, violent light of the fire that roars in the burners of my kilns…