Generally, every one of my photographs is taken outdoors when I visit natural places that have sparked my interest. Living in forced confinement for so long a time, without the possibility of going where I wanted, made me imagine and build new “landscapes” using material from my photographic archive. So, I started manipulating and layering natural elements alongside memories and travel suggestions. Fictitious images then took form and it seemed natural to aesthetically associate them to dioramas, such as those found in Natural History museums. In a similar way to these fictitious environments, the images I have created feed on ambiguity and a sense of the possible, tangible real. Which part is real, which is manipulated? How should I interpret, then, this manipulation? I like to think that these photographs can be perceived as open books, whose internal stratification – which made the image complete – could lead to a number of interpretative and imaginative paths.
As if the images were overlayed in transparency, these mind games portray the thoughts and memories that lie beyond my eyes.