Visual Notes to share with You

There are days when you're not really looking for anything. You walk with your camera the way you’d walk with an old friend, quietly, without expectations.

That’s when something happens. Not the miracle of the perfect shot, but an encounter, with light, with a gesture, with a trace. That’s how these images came to life.

Shot in a suspended moment, somewhere between shadow and structure, between harsh lines and fading faces, these photographs don’t try to explain anything. They’re not here to prove a point but to bear witness. Maybe to my presence. Or to the presence of anyone who still chooses to observe, even in the chaos.

Shooting in black and white is an act of faith. Stripping away color to better hear the sound of the image. No tricks, just the skin of things, the breath of walls, the way light cuts, sometimes gently, sometimes like a blade.

These 4 images here fragments, whispers, clues, might be part of something larger. Or maybe not. They could stand alone. Or mark the beginning of a visual diary, an archive of the ephemeral.

I like to think of photography not as the art of freezing time, but of passing through it. Getting your hands dirty. Letting yourself be touched by doubt. And maybe, today, in a world where everyone is shouting, choosing the silence of images is the most radical act of all.