"Dreams" painting technique on papel.GPaillas ubru While looking for something else, I came across a box that did not remember and when opened found pictures from when my daughters were small, pictures forgotten days when life seemed passed slowly ... I knew that while time passes, that was the future that would someday that happens to others .... and watched a few and I was not able to follow.
So many dreams, so many faces that crowded into my memory and reminded me ... I have always put together pictures to sort and I think someday I will die without it ... I can not .... The next, the treasure but are there to be seen and stopped by chance and only seconds.
I will not delve into time, into the wounds, I'm here just stopped as it is the time in these photos.
still hurts non-membership, this loneliness that isolate me even further, to anyone not having a common goal. The lives of my daughters are yours, which I made, but are other lives with their dreams and aspirations, different from mine. We are all separate entities and that makes our individuality .....
I have always taken pictures, I wanted it consciously or not, I know there is a time equal to another, that the minute that has passed will not return in vain ... and photographing people, objects, gestures remain detained forever open .... won the battle!! million minutes detainees are hours, months, years ... maybe I won ... but it is only the illusion of doing what is no longer endure it, because nothing is static, everything moves faster than we want. ....
So the magic of taking pictures is compared with that of ebru paper making ... still on the water figures which can never be repeated, can be similar but will never be the same, because every moment is unique ... and will not return, we can play to stop for seconds, but that time has passed.
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