“Dead Shapes” is a series captured in Deadvlei, in the heart of the Namib Desert.
Here, the dead trees have not vanished: they remain standing, petrified by light and time.
Charred trunks rise from the white clay floor like carbonized sculptures, in a silence that feels absolute.
Behind them, red dunes stretch like curtains of sand, while the flawless sky draws a sharp line between earth and nothingness.
Each tree is a frozen gesture, a figure left behind to witness another age.
These bare forms no longer speak of life, but of endurance, beauty, and time etched into matter.
A suspended horizon: where an ancient, forgotten lake once held breath and sap, now death becomes art.
Here, the tree is still the protagonist: it seems to reach out with elegance toward something unseen.
Its gnarled roots emerge from the ground like ancient fingers, while the branches open in a wide, balanced gesture.
It holds the poised, delicate stance of a tightrope walker: suspended between shadow and sun, between sky and clay, in a perfect yet fragile balance, like a marionette in a puppet theatre abandoned by time.
The scene feels open and choreographic: depth and rhythm emerge as the light sculpts volumes in a continuous dance of shadow.
In the background, a second trunk lies asleep in the sand, like a distant echo of the same gesture.
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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