Where the Rivers Held Breath

This series seeks to capture something beyond the surface of drought.

These are not mere images of a parched land — they echo fractures that run deeper than soil. Quiet, growing ruptures.

The dryness seen here is not just a climate event, but a metaphor for a slow unraveling — as if something essential, something once vibrant, has gradually drained away.

Once, these beds held rivers. They held motion, exchange, continuity. Now, what remains is a hushed terrain — flaked, fractured, awaiting a rain that no longer arrives.

This body of work is an invitation: not to look at the land, but into it. Into a place where nature, time, silence, and the human condition intersect — and where absence speaks louder than presence.