Slowness, in the Heart of Time... A Narrative of Silence, Texture, and Presence It was only supposed to be a guest in my home for a few days; a small snail that gradually became a partner in my daily life. From bathing it and bringing fresh carrots, to staring for hours at its stubbornness over a piece of carrot that it refused to let go of. In a world moving at a dizzying speed, where the hustle and bustle took away my opportunity to pause, it forced me to look more slowly. Slowness was born from this very contemplation; a close encounter with a creature for whom time holds a different meaning. A creature that moves quietly and silently, changing the rhythm of the world around it without saying a word. These photographs are an effort to capture simple moments we usually pass by: the bare texture of skin, the tranquil path of movement, the silence of a home, and a tiny presence that suddenly brings everything to a halt. Perhaps slowness is nothing other than this: an opportunity to see what remains unseen in the rush of life.