Self portraits

How do you make your peace with the past? How do you live with it? What space does it occupy in your life? In yourself? In who you are now? How do you keep on living knowing what you have lost? Where are the ones that have gone? What does it mean to remember them? What does it mean to start a new day?

Double exposure

Against bullfighting

“That which you mistake for madness is but an over acuteness of the senses.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

Real bodies tell stories. Every mark, every scar. They are a chapter, a piece of the whole book, your book. Don't get seduced by perfection. Perfect bodies are not alive, they don't have any past. Don't hide your past, don't hide its consequences, don't let fake standards take away what you are, what you have lived, don´t let them take away your journey, don't let them take away your life.

Naked, nude, male gaze? A few weeks ago I decided to make a little rethink on my self-portraits. I used to make them without giving them a further though but now I'm trying to be more aware of the photographs I'm doing and the reasons why I'm doing them. One of those unanswered questions (and one I receive a lot) is why naked? I didn't know, I just felt it. And to me was basically a "because I fucking want to". But after giving it a thought and after looking at the amazing work of Francesca Woodman, Sarah R. Bloom, Leila Amat and many others now I have an answer. I used to be so ashamed of my body. They made me hate it so much. MY body and OTHERS were the ones changing what I thought about it. For the last five years, I have been working on making myself love it. I now love every curve, I love every scar, I love every mark. I love that it is not perfect, I love that it is not how western beauty say its supposed to be. It is not hot or horny it is just beautiful to my eyes. And it will still be beautiful no matter the size of it. I don't let others tell me how I should feel about it and I don't let others tell me what to do with it. And from that comes the answer, Why nude? Because I don't care. Because I don't see being undressed as a bad thing, I don't see the wrong of it. There, look at me, I don't care. Its just skin, just me. I don't have the need to hide it. Should I hide my boobs but I can show my arms? Says who? Others. Not me. Every time I point my camera to me, every time I take something so personal and precious to me as a self-portrait I feel my clothes in the way, they are not a part of me, they are not a part of my art. They are in between, they are a necessity to others, not to me. I have already lost so many years believing what others said....not anymore, not my fire, not me.

Discordant nature

Rearviewmirror

“The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror

You only get one

“Women looking at women” “Mujeres mirando a mujeres” There is no such thing as acting like a man or a woman. Freedom is a concept that everyone should be able to define for itself. The ones that criticize freedom the most are the ones not brave enough to live by it. They are the ones without the courage to forget what they are supposed to be or how they are supposed to act. You are not supposed to be anything. Don't act like a man or a woman, just be a person, choose your own rules, fight to be who you want to be and beside all that just don't judge. Don't measure others by the parameters that have been set for them. Don't expect for the ones that have decided to go free to act in the way they are supposed to. You are not a gender, you are a person. And what it is allowed to a person should be allowed for the other. Do yourself a favor, think, be free, live.

"My final act" The wolf - Into the wild - Eddie Vedder https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYNBbvRWrhY

It was just my imagination

Snow queen