IN SILENCE, TRANSFORMED BY THE LIGHT  

" A trace of transience, held in memory"

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"Where the journey began"

Whispers

The journey begins with the spiral of a snail and the delicacy of a dried leaf —symbols of the cycles that shape nature and life.
It continues with the clock, a silent witness to time as it gathers within simple things.

Flowers, fruits and objects merge into a play of light and shadow, where color and matter enter into dialogue with memory.
The golden chrysanthemum and the opened figs evoke the fleeting nature of beauty and its inevitable fading.

The series moves toward transformation: the clock blends with organic textures, the snail shelters within the withered blossom, and vegetal structures become both refuge and trap.

Near the end, the broken egg becomes a metaphor for rebirth — for the fragility from which new life emerges.

The journey closes with a yellow rose in motion, like a breath that fades, leaving only the memory of what has passed.”