“Dead Shapes” is a series created in Deadvlei, in the heart of the Namib Desert.
Here, the dead trees have not vanished — they stand still, petrified by light and time.
Blackened trunks rise from the white clay floor like charred sculptures, in a silence that feels absolute.
Behind them, red dunes stretch like curtains of sand, while the flawless sky cuts a sharp line between earth and nothingness.
Each tree is a frozen gesture, a figure left behind to witness another era.
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 sap and breath, now death becomes art.
In this image, the tree leans like a slender body, caught mid-step in a movement never completed.
The trunk rises diagonally from the sand, as if driven by an inner, invisible force pushing it upward.
In its curvature lies something stubborn and vital: an echo of movement defying time.
Its twisted branches follow escape paths, divergent lines reaching away from the past.
All around, only silence and fallen fragments remain, but this tree still stands, unwavering, as if it longed to touch infinity.
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.
Many of my..
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