An aloe plant rises like an orderly explosion of green spears against the night. Its leaves extend with geometric force, sharp, luminous, and detached from the world by artificial light.
The background is absolute black, yet the stone wall and surrounding vegetation anchor the scene in a tangible, Mediterranean landscape. It is night in Crete, and this small fragment of island seems to breathe in the stillness.
No longer an abstract symbol, the plant becomes a living presence, rooted, resilient. A vegetal crown emerging from the darkness with pride and tension, as if it had been born from the night itself.
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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