Architecture, harmony of lines, cathedrals built to host the play of light, dance of shapes and accesses so that the light completes the work.
Photographing a place is not only witnessing its existence, but enhancing what other artists have begun, possessing the harmony in the number that is expressed in the geometries and lines, in the spaces and in the fillings; in the void and in the full.
Once again the poetics of metaphysical photography imposes itself forcefully: black voids, white voids, or perhaps full of elements?
Black: the unknown space; white: the unknown space.
They both converge in the destruction of existing in a form that is no longer a container, but a form in itself.