The silence invades it all, the dim of light is scarse.

My home forces introspection: the old clock, the old books, the high ceilings and long doors, wooden floors and the sutil smell of inciense.

I like it, I like to be obsessed with my insights…Even if the void can go both ways.

Teeth start to bite each other…Yet, in the search of pain, I ride the storm.

It has been a time since I the idea to do this picture. Being in victorian and steampunk sims, since almost day one, made me love the ways of dark victorians: prim and proper from the outside, rotten in the inside. The aesthetic of my automaton always evolves around it.

I wanted a sort of collodionish picture – I add the “ish” because if you know basics of photography is imposible to do it, unless you actually do a wet collodion picture-. The quality of product made with collodion is imposible to imitate, and has a sort of volumetric feel that is hypnotizing.