In his image

This novel is not a mechanical investigation, hidden behind narration, about the art of photography and its relation to the wars humanity has known, or about human nature and its relation to religion, or even about the phobia of death and its relation to fates manipulated only by the lurking brutality within humans, but rather it is a conscious questioning, even if it seems immersed in pain, of the fragility that characterizes human nature, pushing it to document wars and massacres so that it is not said that it averted its gaze when death arrived. The image places us before the most painful questions: time, death, and the specific details between them of human nature oscillating between fragility and brutality.