In the shadow of the humid Azorean undergrowth, green becomes pattern.
A dense carpet of small leaves and twigs winds through the forest floor, isolated against a black background as if emerging from a silent abyss.
The delicate, interwoven fronds sway in unison like vegetal serpents, weaving a choreography of life and mystery.
An abstract, enveloping composition, between leaf and form, light and darkness.
It’s a gaze that goes beyond botany: here, nature becomes pure visual language, made of rhythm, balance, and mystery.
As if the forest, for an instant, wished to leave a silent message in green.
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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