Having lived adrift for long between dream and reality I was found by Photography and it became the means of setting the chaos that existed inside me in some kind of order. Step by step, taking photographs, not only have I learned to reach the unexplored aspects of myself, but also to discover, at the same time, new ways of interpreting the world and the enigmas hidden within it. Eventually, I have realized that the images that I create, have always lived inside me, subconsciously, and they seem to be there only to tell my story.

Personal Myths and Metamorphoses

(March 2018)

At the time I was growing up, I used to wrap my dreams with wind and let myself get lost into the loneliness of the sacred trees. Then I could enter deep into their bodies and discover unexpected affinities - eternal. Later on, whatever I spent in my life was given back to me as a twig of innocence which I could hold on to throughout the days of great silence until I could learn to understand the reality. I needed to find out what life is, what is not and what there is in between, at times when the pain was rising, like a river, inside me. In this interim space, these pictures have been created in order to bring to the surface a little bare truth, which, since childhood, I have been trying to unfold, like another Ariadne, until everything becomes bright light.

The Return of Iphigenia

(Jan. 2018)

With the memory still fluid in my dreams I leave the bitter times behind me affectionately embracing the dark moments that I was born to live. I remember myself being in a quandary and bewildered, in wild places, having empty promises into my hands, trying to beautify my Sadness. I loved this Sadness. “In the village of my tongue, Sadness is called Brightness”, says the poet. But what really happened and what were just figments of mind? All remain indecipherable at the skein of myth. And now, in the middle of the path of Time, the shadows are getting thicker and the truths are unveiling their face. I wish I could turn back and let the Time release my mind from the Echoes of the Past in order to try everything again from the beginning. To see the light spelling my name slowly and all these pictures that were born deep in the dark forest of my soul to vindicate the Glory of life.