A solitary acacia stands on the edge of the salt pan, suspended between earth and sky, like a vegetal ideogram etched into the landscape.
The image is essentially terrestrial, a natural icon on the verge of visual abstraction. The subject is real, tangible, yet it sits within an almost painterly scene built on flat color fields: golden yellow from the dry grass, deep green from the canopy, vivid blue from the sky, and saline white on the horizon.
The tree, with its graphic and almost calligraphic shape, becomes a visual signature on the landscape, an elegant, decisive gesture.
The scene is highly compositional, built on precise balances between shape and color, light and matter.
The tree seems to stand on tiptoe, as if unwilling to burden the landscape.
A discreet, yet essential presence.
There is a deep solitude in this image, but no melancholy: only silent beauty, like a thought that lands without making a sound.
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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