In her light, colors fade, profiles vanish, opposites look alike.
Wandering across groves and fields with my kaleidoscope, I can witness secret meetings, between magic and dream.
Luna is big and small, shining and dark, close and distant, clear and mysterious.
In night's silence, my kaleidoscope collects images and feelings from the un-place out of time where my skin is no longer a border: here and now, everything is one, everything is soul, Luna is me.
The photographs of this series are dedicated to ancient moon goddesses and gods, to connect to our ancestors who have always been fascinated by moon's beauty, and power.