This exhibition reflects the way I experienced and photographed New York on my first visit to the city, giving rise to its title: (Indirecta) Indirect.
While editing the photographs, I noticed a quiet thread running through them all: the light was seldom direct. It arrived softened, reflected off glass and steel, filtered through shadows, scattered across pavements. The sun itself seemed to linger at the margins, rarely falling openly on the subjects before me.
The forms in the images appear drifting through layers where shadow and shape dissolve into one another. That indirect light became both a metaphor and a method.
This work was exhibited at Fineprint, Lisbon, in 2019.
