Of the dark. In the absence of light I find a formidable discursive capacity that is difficult to carry out because of a technical aspect, it's very difficult to capture a nocturnal moment with a poorly luminous lens, and it's in that darkness where I find the unexplored forms. Above all because it's there where one finds oneself in the depths of assuming another day of existence.

In certain days this depth becomes small, light, ephemeral like youth and time. Youth gives us all nocturnal existence, we are beings from another world, we are the awakened ones against those who waste time sleeping.

These are illusions of darkness, small findings of sight. These photos are the swing between youth and night, static how all the ordinary things that rest on objects and stops them, for a few hours, in the time of their complete darkness, the night has no nuances.