“Dead Shapes” is a series captured in Deadvlei, at the heart of the Namib Desert.
Here, the dead trees have not vanished: they remain standing, petrified by light and time.
Blackened trunks rise from the white clay floor like charred sculptures, in a silence that feels absolute.
Behind them, red dunes unfold like sand-colored stage curtains, while the perfect sky draws a sharp line between earth and void.
Each tree is a frozen gesture, a figure that bears witness to another era.
These bare shapes speak no longer of life, but of endurance, beauty, and time etched into matter.
A suspended horizon: where an ancient lake once held sap and breath, now death becomes art.
In this image, what remains of a tree lies broken, collapsed into the sand.
It’s an abandoned body, still holding the trace of a gesture, an echo carved into the earth.
Its lines follow the arc of memory, as if the very matter were trying to remember what once was.
The scene is still and silent, yet within that fallen form, a sense of presence lingers.
A fragment of the past that, though broken, still speaks.
Born in Milan on November 28, 1977, I’ve been living in Bormio for many years, where I work as a ski instructor and draw endless inspiration from the surrounding mountains and nature.
Photography, to me, is not just about representation, it’s about interpretation.
Many of my..
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