A3 publication. 2021.


The mirror has always served us to recognise ourselves, to see us from the outside and to look into our eyes. But can we perceive ourselves through each other's eyes? We are not alone and others reflect us. Life is circular and death exists to leave space and experience to the next beings. Plants break down into the same soil where they later grow and feed their children. We are descendants of millions of lives that, before our own, have reproduced to the end of a self, and this individuality is only incarnate remains of life.

With the intention of materialising the unity of nature — which is also just us — I make a series of analog photographs on the called Gorg of the Luck, a natural place I ended at without looking for, and in which I found a naked human being, a spirit of cradle between life and death that plays entangled between the tan. I manage to capture it in some sort of oniric representation.

To see a world in a grain of sand