Sand and Oblivion. In 1975, following the Spanish withdrawal from Western Sahara and the subsequent occupation of the territory by Morocco and Mauritania, thousands of Sahrawis were forced to abandon their homes and begin an exodus to the Algerian desert. Refugee camps were established on the outskirts of Tindouf, which still exist more than fifty years later. The photographs in this exhibition were taken in 1998. The original slides, preserved for decades, suffered over time

Walking through Dublin feels like stepping into an open score:at every corner, a different melody emerges—improvised, alive. There were musicians everywhere—bagpipes, bodhráns, voices filling small squares—and at first I felt the urge to record that urban folklore with my camera. What caught my attention was seeing people taking photos next to the musicians, as if the music were a kind of fairground backdrop.I was surprised to recognise my own arrogance:I felt somehow above i

(revised text based on an earlier writing) I don’t remember exactly when I started photographing pigeons.It wasn’t a conscious decision, nor a project. They simply appeared. I walked through the city without a clear direction, observing more than searching.Sometimes the camera feels lighter when nothing is expected from it.At other times, the opposite happens: when one stops looking in order to photograph, the image becomes clumsy. The pigeon was there. Always there.Invisib