There’s a certain silence underwater that feels like home. It’s not just the hush of the sea—it’s a deeper, more soulful quiet, the kind that lets art breathe. I’m fully immersed in underwater photography now, and if you told the little girl living in a landlocked city in Spain that one day she’d make a living as an underwater photographer in Australia, she’d probably think it was someone else’s dream.
Since I was a young adult, my life has always been shaped by salt water. I worked as a scuba instructor across the globe through my twenties and early thirties— Spain, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Egypt—each place offering me a new rhythm and a new colour palette. But it wasn’t until I settled in Australia in 2010 that I truly fell into my craft: underwater photography. It began as a curiosity, wondering if I could be up to the challenge and replicate some of the great images I had seen in the past. It quickly grew into something else—something deeper and more deliberate.
My work is often inspired by classical paintings, particularly those that depict women through a romantic or mythical lens. I was greatly inspired by Sir Frederic Leighton’s Flaming June, not to replicate its aesthetics exactly, but to reinterpret its softness and strength in a medium that allows for it. Water blurs boundaries and defies logic—it’s the perfect environment for reimagining how we view beauty and the female body transforms into fluid art.
As romantic as that sounds, the journey hasn’t always been graceful or easy. The underwater photography scene, like much of the scuba world, is still largely male-dominated, slowly evolving and female underwater photographers are putting up a fight for space and credibility.
Still, I wouldn’t trade a second of it.
Working underwater with female subjects is a deeply collaborative experience. Each shoot requires trust, patience, and the willingness to surrender control. We work through the cold, the resistance, the challenge of holding breath—all to create a single fleeting moment of stillness in motion. There’s vulnerability, and a little rebellion in every photoshoot, but above all trust which is a crucial part of my personal process with my models. What I try to capture is not perfection, but presence: the quiet power of a woman suspended in a world that feels both ancient and timeless.
If any of the images I take makes you look, pause and think of what went behind that shot, I consider my goal achieved. It’s not just about the image but what it evokes in the viewer. I want them to feel the tension and peace that coexist below the surface—the courage it takes to let go. After all, the ocean holds our oldest memories. And maybe, just maybe, when we see a woman adrift in its embrace, we remember who we are—before the world told us otherwise.
Black & White Muse
Stripped from colour, all we can see is light and shadow, the contrasts between what’s right and wrong.
Bloom
When Spring arrives, the air softens and we smell the scent of earth and blossoms. Flowers bloom in a delicate burst of soft colours and we feel lighter and there is an instinct to begin again.
Butterfly
Motherhood can transform a woman’s body and soul. The overlooked caterpillar is unaware of the metamorphosis that will take place and how that will change its life. In most societies, giving birth is considered an important part of a woman’s life, however some choose a different path and so break the unspoken rules.
Contemplating
As dusk falls at the end of a Summer day we reminisce about past memories and what the future will hold.
Flamenco
A dancer suspended in liquid silence, her fabric flowing to the rhythm of becoming fire and resilience. It’s not just movement but discipline and devotion.
Modern Flaming June
She lies under the warm sun, bathed in fire and draped in a golden embrace.
Red orchid
While often perceived as delicate, some varieties of orchids are surprisingly resilient and require minimal care to thrive. A fragile flower in appearance yet she blooms against the odds.
Reflections
She floats between worlds, caught in the space of water and land, her soul drifting silently between both.
The Four Muses
The Four seasons in a year, Spring stirs with blossoms and colour, Summer arrives golden and bold, Autumn comes in a fading light and Winter silences all with a white blanket. When we think that all is gone, a new cycle begins.
Venus
Born of ocean and foam, she rises from depths cloaked in grace and mystery. She’s an echo of ancient beauty and as the sun bathes her skin the world sees her for the first time.