Volcanic Expedition
Volcán Masaya, Nicaragua
Somewhere between the quiet of dusk and the edge of a dream,
I carried with me an old Leica D-Lux2 — converted to see in infrared.
I wasn’t trying to make art. I was simply following the silent pull of curiosity,
the way one follows a strange melody echoing from a room you’ve never entered.
Maybe it was the low growl of the volcano beneath us.
Maybe the smell of sulfur in the air.
I was in Nicaragua, scouting volcanoes for a project — but this, what you see here, came from the in-between moments.
What you’ll find is a collection of fleeting impressions —
infrared snapshots and fragments of phone footage —
stitched together like memories you’re not sure were ever yours.
This isn’t a documentary. It’s a feeling. A small spell. A love letter to the volcanic breath of Nicaragua.