Blog & Stories
These are their stories, this is also my story.
The story which enrolls in front of my camera, the story all can see. There are also stories which lay in the background and are not perceivable only looking at the pictures. Stories which its own matter is made of real words and real persons. These are the stories which I will forever behold in my own heart.
In my perception these stories are indistinguishable one from the other, neither exists without the other. Matching them together coherently is a challenging game.
All of us are part of these stories. From the subjects who glimpse at each other and peek at me and me smiling in complicity at them. Their feelings, my feelings, all captured in the same instant.
Is it possible to tell a story when we do not fully know it? One of the few things I am aware of is that I can listen and when a soul is sensitive and receptive these stories enroll themselves allowing them to be shared.
There is not a correct or better way to listen to these stories. It prevails the zest of being part of them.
In my pictures there are stories which its own matter is memory and anticipation of further stories yet to be unfolded which someone will have the favorable fate to tell.
As a child listening to an elder telling stories lost in time while its own imagination floats aimlessly to fabricate further more stories.
We all are memories, stories, the main characters of these stories and I do not want to stop telling them.
These stories withhold the commitment to generate further stories and I have the privilege to witness such moments, to be on the scene of so much happiness displayed and often I ask to myself how come I am so fortunate and I truly love to share each single of these portrayed memories.
Thank you all of you who allowed me to tell your stories and memories, I have put a little piece of myself in each of your stories, I hope you don’t mind.