Night Walk
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds”.
Strange Life
“The truth, once love has failed, looks like a skeleton abandoned in a meadow: explicit, ordered and, in the end, almost pleasant. It had always been there, but covered with flesh, images and feelings”.
Through the Fog
“Parks and gardens are the quintessential intimate landscapes. People use them all the time, leaving their energy and memories behind. It’s what’s left behind that I like to photograph“.