When I was a child, the dominant theme at home was photography. The family’s camera collection were among my toys, and on weekends I helped my father with the lighting for bridal portraits in his studio garden, with a sun reflector. I come from a family of four generations of portrait photographers, which had developed the fine art of lighting, retouching, and eliciting certain expressions that captured the beauty and range of each subject.
For several decades I took photographs according to my family tradition. I learned a lot, but little by little I felt my essence evaporating and falling into a kind of darkness, in which I was losing myself as a person and an artist. Curiously, it was death, and other losses, that brought me back to life, back to the light, and I began to rediscover myself.
Today I am obsessed with giving form to the soul, of finding out what it is that makes people reflect life, capturing that inner light that is extinguished with death.