Native of Itacaré, Nero goes up and down the river every day.
He kindly shares his world with those who board his boat.
His time is measured in tides, and his life follows the rhythm that nature imposes.
To transit: to change place, state, or condition.
Between comings and goings, I record life’s movement. I walk for the simple pleasure of seeing life unfold.
Run and look at the sky.
This vast blue where birds, planes, and shooting stars pass. Abode of the moon. Blue is the color that soothes, it is also the color of dreams, the sea, and love.
My lens, my gaze, and my soul always end up turning towards the blue.
Nestled in the cliffs of Big Sur, California, rests the mystery of Post Ranch — a place where beauty hides beneath subtle veils, revealed only to those willing to see beyond the obvious.
By the sea, the forest of Post Ranch unveils faces sculpted in textures, deep colors etched into the fibers of the wood.
In the knots of the trunks, birds emerge; in the grooves of the stems, eyes seem to return the gaze.
Everything I discovered remains my eternal secret. But here I leave my invitation:
dare to look, and perhaps you too will unravel the enigma.
A crossing through arid, silent lands, where the path is more than a road: it is a metaphor.
The “Nomads” series is an invitation to physical, spiritual, and symbolic displacement.
Inspired by the desert landscapes of Israel and by the figures who traverse these territories, the images reveal not only the movement of bodies, but the restlessness of souls in search of meaning, direction, and belonging.
The shadow that sketches the life contained within the buildings. Concrete design.
Horizon cut by lines, constructions, brick, cement. Highs and lows.
Life unfolding in the light of windows. Everyday.
Multiple shades of a sky that witnesses the end and the beginning. Universes.
This series is born from the belief that photography has the power to access, reveal, and connect with pains. And beyond that, it can also be a tool capable of redefining these and so many other emotions.
In a moment of extreme vulnerability, after my home was invaded by burglars, even though I wasn’t present, I experienced the feeling of having my sanctuary violated, my privacy exposed, and witnessed the place that should be synonymous with refuge turn into fear.
I wasn’t a victim of domestic violence, but I realized that my own home ceased to be a secure place. I felt usurped and powerless in the face of violence, and upon realizing that this is a recurring reality in the lives of many women who daily fall prey to domestic violence, I decided to take action using the tool I believed had the power to directly communicate with anyone’s soul: photography.
Driven by a whirlwind of emotions, I conceived a series that could reveal not only my own anguish in the face of what happened to me, but that could also shed light on the suffering that many women endure within their own homes.
Pain unites us, and in this case, it led me to even deeper pain and questions that need to be exposed, first and foremost to ourselves, and urgently to an entire society that persists in closing its eyes to gender-based violence.
I wanted a retribution, not a revengeful one, but an action that would yield something good, a revealing retribution.
Looking through the window is like seeing life framed.
It’s like gazing at the canvas of a real story.
Windows unveil new worlds and endless possibilities.
They are slivers of light in a dark room capable of traversing the space and the soul.
Through
Crossing and being crossed by the dichotomy of days.
Renewed by the sun, seduced by the moon. Revelation and mystery.
From one side to the other. From the other to me. Exchange.
Transcend.
Wanderings
Walking through the big metropolises at night is witnessing the sky fade and the city light up..
its lights, its colors, its soul, its struggles, its mourning.
A walk without a destination or a set time.
The step
follows the rhythm
that the heart suggests.
Thoughts wander aimlessly
while the lens knows exactly what it wants to capture.
A city that, although tired, continues to thrive more than ever.