Photographer, nomade cook and sailor. He has lived and worked in countries from Europe, Asia and Latin America.
He studied Photography at the Spilimbergo School of Arts (AR). He participated in diverse educational experiences in photography with Laura El-Tantawy, Martín Parr, Joan Fontcuberta, Harry Hardie, Juan Valbuena, Marcos López,... He studied in the Laboratory of Experimental Photobooks with Julian Baron.
In 2018 he self published his first photobook "Game Over".
His work was exhibited and published in Verzasca Foto Festival (CH), Valongo Festival (BR), Yet-Magazine (CH), Encontros da Imagen (PT), PHE (ES,... He was awarded a scholarship by the National Art Fund (AR).
The end of the world was declared to be the 21st
December of the year 2012.
Infinity of prophets, visionaries, seers, fortune-tellers, multiple apocalypse, meteor showers, Tsunamis, earthquakes, solar storms, technological collapse,
Mayan prophecies, inversion of magnetic poles, many versions, second, third parts and more.
In the universal history of the end of the world, in 2012 all those endings coexisted in the same ecosystem.
So, what the fuck happened?
On Friday, December 21, 2012 on Isla del Sol, Bolivia. The Pachakuti was celebrated, which with these words declared: "closing the cycle of no-time and revising the new cycle..."
If the end or whatever it came. There I wanted to be.