In Tagong, at the heart of the Tibetan plateau in Sichuan, thousands of prayer flags color the landscape as if they were thoughts stitched to the wind. Each strip of cloth, tattered or new, is a voice, a hope, a mantra dissolving into thin air.
The ground is barren, snow-dusted, almost monochrome. But above it, color bursts forth: reds, blues, yellows, greens, whites… a disordered harmony, filled with spiritual vibration and quiet presence.
The image holds an unintentional graphic quality: repetition, contrast, and saturation bring it close to abstraction, as if the landscape itself had become a mark.
The gaze gets lost in the density of symbols and the invisible movements of air. Like a visual meditation not meant to be understood, only contemplated.
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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