Between the body and the light there is no border, there is only breath. Photography, for me, is like a small prayer that is not built or staged but simply happens in a quiet moment when a woman meets the light. Once I felt the desire to create a series with wings not as decoration, but as a symbol that speaks about freedom, about memory, about the moment when the soul touches the air.
Like a student of a teacher that is born from a real place, I met a woman who creates beautiful things from feathers with her hands, and she built these wings with such gentleness and patience that I knew they were waiting for their moment. Feathers are a living material, and still I felt that they were meant to be born again for one more breath of life, for one quiet moment inside a day.
These wings have been used in several intimate stories of mine, and every time they were seen differently, as if another soul touched them. And each time, through someone who stood in front of my camera, I saw something new appear softness, freedom, breath, truth.
