“Our imagined self-importance — the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe — are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.”
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, Carl Sagan , 1994
Before we colonize other planets, let’s first decolonize Earth. Entropy & Exile explores the tension between nature and human-made environments through subtle, often overlooked fragments of the everyday. The project focuses on how nature is increasingly drawn to the margins. We need to be aware: it begins to fade long before we notice.
While some photographs reflect a state of exile – for the wild, for all that exists apart from the human ego and its agenda – others capture moments of vitality and resilience. These scenes invite a pause – a chance to remember what still remains.
This is not a document of catastrophe. It is a meditation on gradual displacement, on how it dims before it darkens. I don’t believe humans are inherently destructive, but the path shaped by our progress often feels uncertain, even misguided. This work holds space for that doubt.
Episode 1: Trails to Pico Ruivo
Pico Ruivo, Madeira, Portugal


Episode 2: Nameless Elegy
Berlin, Germany


Episode 3: leave no trace
Amsterdam-Ijmuiden, Netherlands
I doubt and I question:
Then He said, “Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.”
Genesis 1:26 NRSV


Episode 4: Terra Incognita
Stromboli, Aeolian Islands, Italy


Episode 5: Howling Dogs
Dunas De Corrallejo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands


Episode 6: Famara
Lanzarote, Canary Islands

Famara. Salt on my wind-chapped skin, a faint pang of hunger, gravel beneath my feet at the base of El Risco. I don’t know what time of year it is, or how old I am.
I feel as though I will never die.

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