It’s actually completely useless to try to speak through images, but it’s stronger than me.
I see reality as it is and I need to keep track of it.
I made the most incredible reportage a reporter can dream of in his life, but the shots I stole from a single moment are worth an entire life. This pic takes me back to the days of my childhood, when everything was naive, innocent. There was no war in my mind. I was free from fear, and if someone stumbled upon my way, it was too bad for him. I was able to fly high with no drugs, just my dreams were enough to be free. But a life of abuse and violence, I thought it could lead a man to madness, but it led me to wisdom. Though still I don’t get people.
In this picture, the entire concept of life is included, 6 birds flying high to another destination, trusting each other, calling each other, gliding over the world just as sliding down a slope. No fancy wars, no funny diabolical plans to destroy the world. No conferences to kill anyone, no borders, no government, no God, no master… just freedom.
This image opens a series of shots that will testify the decadence of a world that has everything but it’s not enough, a world that is destroying the only reason for living, which is love… love to share. Besides these thoughts, I would like to rip off my mind, with these double exposures and mixes between colors, BW and dream… a series of shots where the only leader is Mother Nature, because the witch in me asked me to do it… and here we go.
When I post-produce my pics, I play very loud music. This is the soundtrack of my new pictures.
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