Biography
It was during my studies that I accidentally came across the photography. Recounting became essential.
Keep losing between faces, days, perfumes. Always looking for stories and events to recount, I can not sit still. It is like looking out of the window of a moving train, but a breath and ... Bang! Everything becomes immortal and unchanging in one shoot.. It seems to taste the power of that action. I wonder if recounting is not synonymous with to go? No destination ... but only journey as aim.
