Here, you will not find simple documentation. You will find translations. Each series is an attempt to bridge the vast, silent space between the world as it is and the world as it is felt. The camera is merely the instrument; the true lens is a particular mood, a memory, a question hanging in the air. A walk is never just a walk. It can be a meditation in the rain before dawn, where the city dissolves into reflections and solitude. It can be a journey through a golden forest that feels like a beautiful, haunting trap, a personal paradise and hell, inseparable. It can be an aimless search through fog, where shapes emerge from the grey to speak of quiet and geometry. These essays are built on a single, persistent idea: that I am less and less interested in showing an objective reality. I am only interested in sharing my reality. The one where monsters inhabit the quiet of woods, where a modified camera reveals the secret colors of light, and where every image is ultimately a self-portrait, painted with the weather, the time of day, and the weight of looking.
Here, you will not find simple documentation. You will find translations. Each series is an attempt to bridge the vast, silent space between the world as it is and the world as it is felt. The camera is merely the instrument; the true lens is a particular mood, a memory, a question hanging in the air. A walk is never just a walk. It can be a meditation in the rain before dawn, where the city dissolves into reflections and solitude. It can be a journey through a golden forest that feels like a beautiful, haunting trap, a personal paradise and hell, inseparable. It can be an aimless search through fog, where shapes emerge from the grey to speak of quiet and geometry. These essays are built on a single, persistent idea: that I am less and less interested in showing an objective reality. I am only interested in sharing my reality. The one where monsters inhabit the quiet of woods, where a modified camera reveals the secret colors of light, and where every image is ultimately a self-portrait, painted with the weather, the time of day, and the weight of looking.
