Turquoise water; pink, mauve and sienna mountains. Salt forms the ground beneath our feet. The landscape is Venusian and I find myself in another galaxy. The planet of flamingos. I take note: The neon pink of their feathers electrically interrupts the soft landscape colors.
I set out an astronaut, looking for water as the first indication of life. Yes, there is water; and it is a mirror of heaven. It emanates in the form of salt flats, reservoirs, timid tributaries and ice patches that solidify at night and withstand the day’s sun.
The plants sprout compactly with minimalistic expression as if they fear the desert. They do this to collect moisture and avoid large surfaces exposed to the sun. In their resilience lies their charm. Many have ancestral medicinal powers discovered by the local Aymara, Quechua and Atacameña cultures, which are now used creatively in cooking. I carry with me a list of species that I am hoping to find and illustrate: Copa-Copa, Pingo-Pingo, Rica-Rica. Why are the names repeated? No one knew precisely how to answer this question; however, it has to do with the concept of abundance they believe.
Cutting the plants to collect samples opened the door to a completely different landscape: the olfactory. Who could have imagined that so much aroma was concentrated in the pale and desaturated grains of the Rica-Rica? No wonder it is used to perfume cocktails, infusions and ice creams at the hotel.
Green also shines up from the soil itself. The sun activates the minerals, and everything looks sackcloth, emerald and green-black in what they call the Valle del Arcoiris (Rainbow Valley). Here the landscapes are visual poetry, and their names sound like poetry as well: Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon), Llano de la Paciencia (Plain of Patience)…
As we climb toward the sky – 2,800 meters, 3,200, 4,500… each altitudinal tier offers its own expression of life: its own resident birds, animals and plants. The inhabitants of this planet cooperate with the mission, and they are letting me approach to photograph and draw them.
On the way we find a large sulfur rock that may have leapt from the crater of a volcano. Or so I imagine. Its molecular structure has been organized to shine in fragments of white and neon yellow. I confirm the idea that this place can be confused for another world, and this knowledge feels like an intergalactic treasure.
A sort of grass grows here that they call paja brava (straw), which carpets the desert plains with gold. I say gold! It shines like a golden velvet rug. Does the desert know that yellow is the complementary color of violets and blues, and does it highlight the plateau lagoons even more in this way? It would appear so.
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