Dreamings

These photographs come from the same place dreams do — beneath logic, before explanation.
I don’t think of them as images constructed, but as something received. Moments allowed to surface, then recorded. Ana exists here inside a dream state. What the camera holds are not descriptions of her, but traces — inner shifts, fleeting emotions, fragments of feeling that resist clarity. The photograph becomes a kind of vessel, capturing what is usually invisible: memory, sensation, the unconscious at work. These images feel less made than given. Not portraits in the traditional sense, but recordings of something imagined into being — dreams briefly permitted to take form.