In the heart of the Namib Desert, the wind doesn’t just sculpt dunes: it writes patterns.
These images show an abstract detail of sand shaped by the wind, where the lines follow one another with hypnotic regularity, like animal skin or an ancient fabric.
Each groove is an ephemeral gesture; a rhythm of sandy lines etched into the living surface of the desert, capturing the light like a natural engraving.
The photograph transforms the landscape into a primordial weaving, and the sand into pure visual matter: a wordless script, a fiery red zebra code that still seems to pulse under the desert heat.
And in that silent rhythm, the desert seems to breathe: as if an ancient illusionist had carved his final trick of light and wind into the sand.
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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