What if we were nothing more than shadows, our identities defined by the simplest inflection of light?
In Spectators, the human figure appears at the threshold between presence and disappearance. Bodies become silhouettes, shadows detach themselves from those who cast them, and anonymous figures move through spaces that seem to absorb them.
Colour and light shape these encounters. Walls, reflections and architectural surfaces become shifting stages where the distinction between figure and representation is never entirely stable.
The photographs move between recognition and abstraction. Faces disappear, scale becomes uncertain, and the individual is reduced to a trace: a dark form, a reflection, a passing presence.
We inhabit the world while simultaneously observing it. At times, it becomes difficult to tell whether we are looking at reality or at its projection—and whether we are still participants in it, or have become its spectators.
