In the highlands of Madeira, there is a place where time dissolves. A forest of twisted laurel trees, wrapped in mist and silence. The Fanal Forest feels less like a landscape and more like a presence, a living, breathing being made of wood, moss, and cloud.
I returned to this place over several days, always to find it transformed. The fog never moved the same way twice. Sometimes the light was soft and milky, sometimes it barely pierced the veil. Trees appeared, disappeared, reappeared, like characters wandering through a dream.
In this curated series, I chose to revisit the same scenes with and without my presence, using self-portraiture not as a focal point, but as a thread. I wear a red dress for the visual contrast, a way to stand out softly against the muted tones of the forest.
What fascinates me here is not just the beauty, but the uncertainty. The forest refuses to reveal itself all at once. It invites you to wait, to listen, to disappear a little. Photography becomes an act of attention, of surrender.
Whispers in the Fog is a visual meditation on presence and disappearance, on solitude and connection. A quiet conversation between light, landscape, and memory.
