Eivissa Records #3- Plate
Beneath the dense canopy of a wild palm, a simple doorway recedes into shadow.
The plaster walls, once brilliant, are now softened by salt, sun, and time — not abandoned, but accepted back into the rhythm of the earth.
This is not a grand estate. It is a portal into the forgotten daily life of Ibiza’s rural soul:
the kitchen gardens, the siestas behind thick stone, the whispered stories carried by the Sirocco winds.
#3 in the series
Beneath the dense canopy of a wild palm, a simple doorway recedes into shadow.
The plaster walls, once brilliant, are now softened by salt, sun, and time — not abandoned, but accepted back into the rhythm of the earth.
This is not a grand estate. It is a portal into the forgotten daily life of Ibiza’s rural soul:
the kitchen gardens, the siestas behind thick stone, the whispered stories carried by the Sirocco winds.
#3 in the series
Beneath the dense canopy of a wild palm, a simple doorway recedes into shadow.
The plaster walls, once brilliant, are now softened by salt, sun, and time — not abandoned, but accepted back into the rhythm of the earth.
This is not a grand estate. It is a portal into the forgotten daily life of Ibiza’s rural soul:
the kitchen gardens, the siestas behind thick stone, the whispered stories carried by the Sirocco winds.
#3 in the series
