"I am my world." A dialogue between the inhabited, conscious, living body and the empty spaces that unravel. Between solidity and solitude. Photographs in strong colors, some like honey-orange, akin to the hue of aged pages stored for decades. Of fossilized resins guarding secrets of our history. Images that sometimes transgress. Gently transgress. "I am my world" delves into our dark side, sometimes with discreet sensuality, and at other times, with a darker essence, yet never less beautiful.
"Human consciousness is a bodily consciousness; the world is structured around a sensory and bodily center. 'I am my body,' Gabriel Marcel would say; 'I am what surrounds me,' Wallace Stevens would say; 'I am the space where I am,' Noël Arnaud would say; and 'I am my world,' concludes Ludwig Wittgenstein. (Pallasmaa, 2012: 9)"