These photographs are dreams within wakefulness, where the mind longs to be free, to weave dreams and imagine.
Dust of time, wood shavings, soil and ash, mingling with illusion and reverie; in search of something, a path, a word, a form.
We are asleep, yet our eyes are open and wide. We are awake, yet dreaming.
These images were made behind the plastic curtain of a small carpentry workshop.