the world I live in, in black and white [ongoing]
Through a parallel reality, where everything is devoid of color, this collection of personal memories, this lexicon of fleeing moments, is constructed. These are self-indulging images, made solely for that reason.
In an act of lack of pretension or perhaps exhibitionism, the viewer is invited to glance into this universe of memories past.
In an act of lack of pretension or perhaps exhibitionism, the viewer is invited to glance into this universe of memories past.





















