I am afraid of death. Time is my biggest enemy. Human body is my therapist. It breaths with me. It breaths for me. It ages with me. It shapes me. It keeps me alive, who I am, who I am becoming, every second of this non linear time. I observe human bodies with great love and silence. I need to be silent, still, singular, in order to communicate below the grains of our existence.
My photographs are blurry, as our shape in life. It exists in transition. In stillness it dies. My photographs are grainy, like millions of atoms consisting our physical and cosmic bodies. My photographs are my way to resist mortality. My way to feel that we can overcome time. My photographs document our reality. We learn to hate our body, before it feels ours.
Human body is universe’s mortal way to make memories. Our lifes.
Part of my series Body | Land (e) scape.