Galicia smells like salt, has gannet eyes and fishmonger hands. Port to starboard, windward to leeward, bow to stem, the whole country is crossed by the sea. The country itself is an endless ocean that tosses its fishermen’s arms into the Northern Sea from waters pushed downward along the bottom of the estuary, from Newfoundland to the Indian ocean, from the Atlantic ocean to southern latitudes, always riding the same waves that look different to each eye and moment though.

This is a book that double stimulates my emotion, because it brings back the taste of the family memory and the collective memory of the people I belong to. And also because it is such a remarkable book. Javier Teniente’s photos are full with humanity, life and intensity. And his sea is deeply human, painful and aching, beautiful in the way colors are captured, brilliant in the way he uses the light. From the shipyards to the sardine “ardora”, from the Northern Sea to the tuna coast, from longshoremen to goose barnacle catchers, from shellfish catch to the fish market, “Salty Hands” makes its way through the whole sea cycle, dragging us down to its entrails at an accurate glance, with a timely large wave. “Salty Hands” is a book that is permanently at high tide. These are photos that inevitably flood our senses with salt. (FRAN ALONSO)