Long time shooting spaces, ambients etcetera. Long time wondering around a project that is quite about Sanctuaries. No religion at all, but intimacy. This is what I look for. Through space intended as by-product of living itself. As these little sanctuaries we all build to things, inside of our homes. And once again who can read till here has good sight, So please, look beyond this words. Words are sometimes just like things, they can't let you see through them. They grow and grow and become the only things you can see of the whole everything we call world. Word and world, is only a type that makes the difference. But a chair is not a word nor a picture, nor a single object nor the simple function. We give for granted that in practical life it is all the same thing. So we forget the value of things, the meaning and somehow the function and their place in the world And also forgot to look for ours. So here we are, this mortal coil lead us to build sanctuaries to lost meanings.