Caretos in the Mist: Memory and Mysticism

Born under the sky of Nancy, France, I crossed borders in early childhood, putting down roots in Portugal at the age of three. Art, like an inherited whisper, runs through the veins of my story: my grandfather and mother, amateur painters of dreams, sowed in me a love for shapes, colors, and gazes that transcend the ordinary. Photographing, for me, is more than capturing: it’s feeling my soul pulse, it’s seeing the details that escape hurried eyes. Each image is an invitation to pause, to breathe, to see the invisible.