Having a camera in my hands

Give me the chance to take pictures, for me is like being in touch with my own spirit… my being.

It is focusing all my senses through a viewfinder, loosing myself in time,

Staying away from every earthly thing

Values are inverted;

What‘s dead becomes alive, the space becomes abstract.

What‘s clean has its own particular texture,

What’s dirty embellishes in a sublimal way.

The mute one screems...and I can hear him...

The beauty appears with its own attitude

And I can fragmentate it...

The uglyness shows up to please me with its originality...

An endless number of images go through my head and I can capture them freely with no prejudice at all.