In the dead of night

Faded, mysterious, sketchy portraits. Rain and night, like veils, obscure the subject's identity, posing questions. Who are these figures, looking as though they're lost in the void? What are they searching for? Are they spectators, detached, witnessing the same event? Or are they actors, posing, performing with false melancholy? Their souls, shielded by glass, allow for hundred of interpretations. This photography doesn't show or tell, it exists without assumptions or interpretations, leaving the viewers free to create their own stories and their own characters, to imagine beyond the images themselves