For two years, I lived and worked in the empty shell of Salve Mater, a former monastery hospital. This was not a reportage. It was a life. I inhabited unheated rooms to strip my photography down to its absolute essence: light, emotion, and the raw texture of human resilience.

This series is a visual diary of that immersion. It moves from my yellow curtain—a fragile shield against the cold—onto the hard geometric tiles where the body seeks protection. The conflict here was the crushing weight of silence.

Amidst this isolation, my camera became a tool for care. Monstra te esse matrem. Show thyself a mother. It created a space for the embrace and unfiltered tears. It captured the moment the mask fell. Ultimately, the gaze shifts outward, through the window grille to the grass. A single beam of light breaks the darkness. Even in deep isolation, we can find a way to not be alone.