“Dead Shapes” is a series created in Deadvlei, in the heart of the Namib Desert.
Here, the dead trees have not disappeared: they remain standing, petrified by light and time.
Blackened trunks rise from the white clay floor like charred sculptures, in a silence that feels absolute.
Behind them, the red dunes stretch like curtains of sand, while the perfect sky carves a sharp line between earth and nothingness.
Each tree is a frozen gesture, a figure left behind to witness another era.
These stripped shapes no longer speak of life, but of endurance, beauty, and time etched into matter.
A suspended horizon: where a forgotten lake once held sap and breath, now death becomes art.
In this fragment of Deadvlei, a large fallen trunk lies stretched across the white clay, opened like a downed creature, utterly defeated.
Its branches extend in every direction, like limbs reaching in a final surge, a gesture that still feels alive.
The dry, knotted wood draws a broken fan across the landscape, echoing the desert’s lines: the curve of the dunes, the flatness of the ground, the vastness of the sky.
There is no tragedy in this fall: only a quiet, stubborn beauty that still occupies space with sculptural dignity.
A motionless body that, even from the ground, still seems to tell a story.
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.
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