The Virgin, silent, reigns within the hollow of the stone like an immovable beacon in an ocean of prayers. She promises nothing but offers everything: a refuge for weary souls, a smile for eyes searching for eternity.

Photographic cosmography offers no truths, it sketches paths

How far should one go in taking risks? Far enough to feel honest with oneself, to carve a path even if it’s not followed. In a world where everything accelerates, choosing slowness and mystery is already an act of resistance. Audacity isn’t measured by its success but by the depth of its impulse.

Contemporary photography has a knack for disconcerting its audience. It chooses silence where the times demand noise. Where we expect the spark of emotion or the beauty of a gesture, it offers a blank wall, an abandoned chair, a void. We seek to feel, but boredom takes its place.

Heidegger said that man dwells poetically in the world. It is a phrase that invites us to slow down, to listen to the silence of things, to see the detail that escapes us. Perhaps photography is the ideal tool for this: an art of capture that does not confine but reveals.

I walk through photography as one ventures into an unfamiliar city—without a map, without a plan, just with the desire to get lost and see what emerges. Three names accompany me, like beacons in the fog: Daido Moriyama, Jacob Aue Sobol, and Anders Petersen.