On a stretch of still-damp sand, tiny marks cross the surface: minute fragments have left faint trails, as if they had fallen from the sky in a silent motion.
Each grain moves under the pull of the undertow, with an invisible force that flows through the entire material.
What remains is a fragile trace: thin tails, pinpoint impressions, ephemeral drawings born from the meeting of water and sand.
Seen up close, they resemble erosions — subtle marks left by the lightest of pressures.
But when viewed in their full composition, they transform into falling stars, comets, drifting constellations.
Here, matter moves as if it were breathing, and motion becomes drawing.
The sand becomes an inverted sky: a microscopic landscape that echoes the cosmos, where matter and movement merge into a silent constellation, eternal, until the next wave.
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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