I don't like to call myself a photographer - I prefer to see my work as that of a storyteller. I narrate stories of hope, loneliness, longing, passion and joy. But I am not a writer either. These stories aren’t told through words, because words are too precise, too defined and they don’t leave enough room for the imagination.
Instead I decided to use imagery to state my tales. The light is my ink. Light is always around, always present. At times the light is cold and blue, other times it can feel warm and inviting. The landscapes and rooms are my paper, since they interact with the light. They constitute the material on which these stories are created. Finally, the endless possibilities of expression of the human body are my crayons. The human figure and form are the most wonderful instruments to spin these tales. They show the words that I nor my models wish to speak. If you open your imagination, you will hear those words.
I invite you to look at my images and tell their stories.