Just after landing in Madeira, a soft rain picks up as we make our way to the hotel. A very light type of rain which I'm not used to. The sky turns slowly grey over the ocean. I take out my tripod and camera right away to set them up on the balcony and start filming. I look at the sky while we unpack our luggage. I think to myself that there is really something wonderful going on outside. After a few minutes, I go outside to feel and enjoy the rain. And I watch the Deserta Grande island disappearing in the distance...

It is raining over the sea, the rain is coming from the side and gradually grower denser. The raindrops make the picture unclear. Behind the music, we constantly hear the sound of the downpour. Sometimes it relents, only to gain in strength again. The light eats a bright spot into the clouds. All of a sudden, the image cuts itself free from reality; waves are created by the picture’s disintegration into surfaces of changing hues that clear up into a blue colour that grows increasingly saturated. The rain on the soundtrack has stopped altogether.

The entire film is based on one motionless shot of the sea, behind which rises a hill and in the middle floats a boat. The tension rises with the changing autonomy of the image.