Erotico Narciso

I could say many things, many of which deep and rich in meaning, but the truth is that these self-portraits arrive from my need to be looked at, to be desired. I think that feeling invisible in the world has brought me in front of that lens so as to become spectator and sole protagonist.
Since I was a child I have loved voyeurism, I have always found it extremely erotic. It is like looking through a crack in a door, searching for blurred images, feeling the beating of one’s own heart pulsing hard. A veil of black lace that separates reality from fantasy in which we are spectators but also exhibitionists, ready to let ourselves be looked at, feeling prying eyes slide into our body, caressing our skin.

When I am in front of that lens I become one of those blurred images.