New Works. 2026.
Before time had a name, this land was a fallen constellation. A visual journey through the origins of life — from volcanic stone and primordial waters to the migratory flight of birds, the rhythm of the tides, the cycles of pollination governed by celestial forces. The female figure does not inhabit nature. She is its continuation, its memory, its unfinished metamorphosis — a body that carries the earth's every transformation.
A FALLEN CONSTELLATION
I chase the light — until darkness becomes the only horizon. Sparse landscapes, surfaces worn by time, bodies merging with nature. Every image born on the boundary between presence and dissolution. There is a melancholy in the way things appear and disappear. Each time they disappear, the memory of what once was becomes the only place left to dream.