Part of the series “black V”. These photos have, as single and sole protagonist, the void. The absence of the presence. A space apathetic and sterile in feelings. These photos don't have any specific purpose. They are just a portrait. Are many portraits of the same (not) face. As if it were possible to trace the many different and multiple facets of a physiognomy absence. Of the very essence of absence. Portraits of an empty echo. A silence untraceable. A dimensionless point in a perpetual oscillation. Forebodings and unconscious impressions replace the sense perceptions. Which are useless and disastrous, as the reason. Useless as every explanation. How to explain the void.