Silence enveloped me and the mystery of not knowing exactly where I was pulled me inexorably forward. Luxuriant nature guided my steps with brightly colored leaves and lush branches that invaded the path. Remnants of buildings, heaps of concrete, piles of abandoned iron, all held together by a whisper-thin layer of quicklime, were devoured by that rebellious force that struggles to regain possession of her space.
An urban scar on the skin of our Earth. I was awestruck.
I turned to admire the spectacle of decadence that revealed itself to my eyes: my gaze wanted to shine a light on what had been removed and then forgotten by the passage of time. A photographic investigation seeking to bring back to life what had seemed buried.
This was my atypical gaze in those near and distant lands, which became the fulcrum of my wanderings, guided by the allure of those paths that seemed like wounds in the earth, while majestic, resilient nature gave them a new identity and a poetry they’d never had before.
I tracked the passage of man and got lost in wild, urban spaces, following in the footsteps of a past that I could only touch by running my fingers over its ruins. I looked out the windows of this world to witness the stages of its transformation.
This story recounts an intercontinental photographic journey that spanned 10 years and seven countries. From Mexico to France, from New Jersey to Tel Aviv, from the lands of the Navajo to Italy, it tells the story of old buildings, hidden places, changing landscapes as distant as they are similar to each other, where the transformation of the contemporary landscape is the protagonist.