To photograph is to paint using light.
If music is the art that demands a broader abstraction, poetry the art that encourages us to imagine and define through words, and painting, with so many required virtues, the art that shows its nobility through true pulse and impulsecolours, geometry, composition, and technique; photography is then still the emerging art, running to reach, then walk hand-in-hand with its torchbearers, with every stride, evoking reality across the personal filter of he who captures the image.

Photography’s great heritage is built upon it’s capacity to record a determined moment in the space-time, free of any other art than life itself and the mystery that shrouds it.

From the fusion of the earth and sky, the pictures and works you will see here seem to stream through alternate realities.

I say “seem to...” because i sometimes experience a sudden feeling of wonder or astonishment at the impressions the camera strips from life. Emotional, learned, yet devoid of pretense, these are the images i dreamed of discovering in my grandfather’s escritoire, but somehow eluded me until now, closer that i bear, in the drawers of my mind.

I let the collective will of the gear on top and the intention inside guide my path. I endeavor to stimulate and serve from the heart; wishing, yet unexpectantly may it touch the string of the watcher.

This should be thus since, those who capture the images of life without intending to share, they disgrace them. They must be seen to fulfill their promise. They must be seen so that they can become signs of identity. The hunger of the images is then satisfied and they can only subsist by the applied energy of those who bear witness.

Open your gates to these images. Allow them passage to your senses.
Let them describe, without words, a little more of the world we live in.