Places Suspended in Waiting
In images, we often search for a presence, a testimony, a trace, something that confirms our passage.
Then there are images that seek absence.
Simple place, shaped by the life, were we have sat, were we have walked, spoken, thought, dreamed.
Now they are empty. But not abandoned.
They remain suspended in a stillness that does not belong to an ending, but to waiting.
As if those places still held the memory of our passing and continued, silently, to preserve the possibility of a return.
