Posted on September 20, 2016
This time last year, I was walking through my back then neighborhood with a not mine dog, when I noticed a purple/pink spot hanging from a vine crawling on the neighbors wall. I’ve seen that flower before, many times. I’ve also seen it’s red version, white version and another purple/blue version. Every time I see it, it is an immediate stop and stare. The Passiflora flower has the kind of complex beauty that cannot be ignored. After a few minutes of looking, touching the velvet like petals and realizing one more time that no, this flower doesn’t have a strong scent, I kept walking. Back home, an hour later, I kept thinking about the flower and decided to create a story with it.
I walked back to the neighbors house and asked for permission to cut one flower and a little piece of the vine. After all, I’d like to know that one of my flowers is missing.
Back home I was confronted by the flower, the vine and a plain white wall. I had all the ingredients to craft a story. But was was the story?
With no clear path or objective I started doing. Click, click, click, the shutter kept going and different configurations of poses and elements came together.
From there to the darkroom, I ended up with only two keepers.
I considered that spark of creativity an isolated event and it wasn’t until a couple of months later that I decided to expand on the idea and create more images. This story wanted to keep growing; there was more to these isolated images. Fourteen more images came to life within one year and they took place in three different countries – Uruguay, USA, and Mexico. What once felt like a random one time thing opened up a box filled with meaning and possibility.
I’d like to say that the 16 images that I have today are it and that the story is over. But from what I’ve learned, stories are not cast in stone, they are open, fluid and ever changing.
Posted on March 25, 2016
After moving to the US five years ago I am lucky to say I go back to Uruguay for a month or so, every year. Throughout the years my relationship with the place has changed by the inevitable distance.
Time became more precious.
Meetings, a trip to the past.
The city, a place to rediscover.
The usual flavors, an excuse to indulge so that the flavour lingers till next year.
And every moment gets tinted with the sweet & sour feeling that comes from fleeting good times.
While living there, my camera used to be a tool I used only for particular projects I had in mind. Now, I take it with me wherever I go, I capture the sky, the clouds, the textures and those things that are so typical Uruguayan: the kites in spring days, the electric green grass, the tall trees framing every street, the times with friends by the boardwalk & the humidity in the air.
The images below were taken in a desperate act to remember. Sometimes, when I take the time to stop and dedicate a mindful click to frame the moment, I am also imprinting it somewhere inside me.
Posted on November 5, 2015
The summer is gone and so is my time in Orange County. One of the things that marked this time period were the periodical photowalks or photo meetings with my dear Nathalie. To mark the end of this time we spent a full day strolling downtown Santa Ana. From main streets, to alleys & parking lots, we photographed it all.
Santa Ana is one of the many towns that get lost in the Orange County sprawl. Despite the bad rep this town gets from some people I found it much more interesting, culturally alive & eclectic than it’s relative cookie cutter neighbors.
The downtown architecture shows the decades that went by the city since it’s founding days in 1868. The different signages and stores reflects the mix of cultures and styles. If you know were to look and don’t mind other’s judgements Santa Ana has a lot to offer to you.