A small waterfall becomes a living wall, where light draws layers and streaks like white brushstrokes on a black canvas.
The scene is minimal, monochromatic, almost graphic: only falling water, only shadow and light.
And yet, in this continuous motion, there is a sense of eternity.
Like a veil falling endlessly, never touching the ground.
The flow appears as a wall: still, vertical, solid. But a closer look reveals its breath.
Water bends, fragments, dissolves. And then begins again.
It’s an image that reflects the ancient idea of panta rei: everything flows, everything changes, even what seems unmoving.
A wall that doesn’t divide, but flows.
                                
                                        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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