His own cage.

Today I wanted to rediscover the pleasure of materialising what my mind produces. This time in words and photography. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to hold a camera in my hand. I often feel trapped in my mind, with so many ideas , conflicts and worries that I almost immobilise my actions . That is precisely what I am trying to do with this session: not to remain trapped in laziness, in high expectations of reality or in the inability to act for fear of judgement. I enjoy doing things and for today that is enough for me.

There was an angel who fell asleep from daydreaming so much. He built his martyrdom slowly and judiciously. He locked himself in his cage and made bars his path.

There was an angel who prayed behind bars to let out a cry. To open his wings, to talk about travels, to tame his steps and feel the air.