black Rome

In this world of chaos and movement, I pursue the stillness that hides among the shadows. In Rome, beauty can be overwhelming: the city devours itself under the constant gaze of tourism. Monuments, people and everyday gestures dissolve into spectacle. I began to photograph as an act of resistance, to carve an intimate space within the public noise. My gaze was shaped by Harry Callahan’s photographs made in southern France in the 1950s. Like Callahan in Aix-en-Provence, I am not drawn to architectural grandeur or historical heritage, but to the minimal play of light and shadow that defines the city. In Rome, I turned toward darkness. Shadows became my refuge and my language. Through them I isolate fragments of presence, faces, gestures, silhouettes, suspended between visibility and disappearance, ephemeral figures emerging from a shifting stage of light within the eternal city.