IDFA – International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam

When I found in the attic the old recordings my father had made in the 1980s and 90s, something stirred inside me. It wasn’t just the power of memory, but a kind of calling: the desire to return to those images, to experience them from within. I felt that there was still something to tell… something that had to do with the sea, with the craft, with our relationship as father and son.

For a long time I didn’t know where to begin. I had loose intentions, fragments of ideas, and feelings that never fully took shape. Until a nearly magical situation arose: embarking with my father on the Gran Sol. Without a plan, without a script, I didn’t think too much. I had to go. I had to live what he had lived. Only then could I tell this story. I let myself be guided by an inner force, an intuition that came from deep within, from the heart, from the gut. And that’s how I decided to make the journey. To look, to feel, to understand. And to tell.

At sea, I discovered an immense stage, not only a physical place but also an emotional space, one of endurance. The solitude of men became visible, almost cosmic, and the bodies moved at the limit between craft and ritual. My father’s boat became the only possible stage. On it sailed not only the crew, but also the emotional scars of generations of seafarers. Time, silence, emptiness… All that which is unspoken, yet weighs heavily. And among them, my father. And I, observing.
The film was born from that experience. But also from an aesthetic and ethical commitment: to work with multiple formats, with domestic archives, with analog and digital material. I have always understood cinema as a place where languages and mediums dialogue, a confluence where the real and the dreamlike can coexist. Here I didn’t want to illustrate a story, but to build a way of being, of enduring, of seeing.
The sea is present in every frame, but also in every absence. It is not just the context: it is the fissure, the reflection, the magnitude. A space that separates and unites. A space that also speaks of me.

This is not just a film. It is an initiatory journey. A way of understanding who I am, where I come from, and where I am going.

Fomos Ficando Sós is that: a personal and cinematic journey. An attempt to understand my relationship with the sea, with my father, with the emotional legacy of work. And also a search for a distinct, personal way of seeing.

Thank you for accompanying me on this journey.