Sea of Fabric
Coming out of the ground, a ground covered with red fabric, a sea of it, I hold my breath under a white mask that hides myself, in this intimate space where the fabric wrinkles trying to create waves of feelings, maybe things we pretend to be or just real parts of ourselves. Is it coming out of me or is it coming in?
Baaaaaa – Making-Of
This staged photograph brings me great memories, not only as a Photographer, it was a …