After an exhausting relationship with the medium that almost led me to burnout, this series, still untitled, is a kind of reconciliation with photography. Through this collection of monochromatic landscapes, I let repressed drives find their way to the celluloid, just as the mercuric and meandering rivers do across the dark sands of Iceland.

        Here, through what for me is a new approach to the territory, I allow myself to construct more suggestive and not so descriptive narratives, making possible an evocative tissue that covers a landscape of segmented stories.

        My relationship with nature, as well as with the strangers and animals that populate the plains and valleys of a rugged volcanic landscape, sublimates into an anthology of tragic and nostalgic motifs, those that I have inside me and that I finally let out.