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Without You, I Cease To Exist
The title may sound romantic, yet it points to something fundamental in how we divide the world: subject and object, darkness and light, life and death. Such boundaries seem to hold—until they don’t.That night, I was in the car with my partner when it happened. I woke up without her. After that, the structure of things no longer made sense. I left with a camera and began walking through South America. The photographs that followed are not about tragedy; they come from the space it opened.What had seemed separate—body and landscape, presence and disappearance—began to merge. The world appeared continuous, almost translucent. In each frame, distinctions dissolve: what breathes and what reflects light, what remains and what fades.To photograph was to stay with that uncertainty, to look without seeking restoration. Beauty persisted, not despite impermanence but because of it. -
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