A soul blog

When Tears turn to stone.

When Tears turn to stone.There is something quietly powerful about placing a few objects together. In this still life photograph, I arrange a wooden branch, a stone, fragments of wool, and other natural materials collected during my daily walks. Each object carries...
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Still life with cat

The still lifes, or small installations as I call them are not always left in peace. Sometimes one of our cats comes along to check if everything is in place.
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The boulder’s time is not my own

The boulder’s time is not my own,and yet we meet, just in time.In a brief instant, the rhythmsbrush, embrace, and intertwine.Then they release, and each onefollows its own course. The stone has traveled farther than I ever could.It seems to have come from...
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Waiting Ghosts

There was the memory, the reflection, and the absorption. All in one. The rocks looked at me, and I saw my own breath feeding the life that lived in their small niches.A disruption in time, a discrepancy between two worlds touching for an undefined period.I thought I...
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A gentle thought

When the gentle thought touches you,Be quick to respond—welcome her in.Feel the warm tingling in your hands,And hope she will stay for a while. Her first visit may be brief,But as you grow to know her better,She will linger longer Don't be afraid of her goodbyes.Dance...
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The reminiscence of a bullet.

A lot of things wait and ripen for years in my studio before I have the courage to use them in a setting for a photo shoot. Some objects are difficult. They look, at first glance, obvious. Too obvious. Like a Coca-Cola can, a doll, or a bullet. They are just that, and...
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Time’s story

Scanning through my photos I suddenly have to think about Antoni Tapies. The canvas enduring gestures and left with traces of actions. The stones near where I live have endured and are shaped by time. Like the biggest artist of all, Time shapes and creates with...
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First contact.

For where I went I did not know the rituals and customs. It was a language without word or gestures. But they understood each other. They knew were to go and how to go about it. There is that strange feeling that you suddenly enter a world but you can't speak the...
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Not a stone is alone

The stones have patience. A slow wait. They change with the position of the sun, the precipitation of the rain and the breath of the wind. The Stone I am talking about was already present to me. And after me she waits patiently. She doesn't wait for anything. The...
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Dust tracks

The strange thing about the photo is that it shows you something else than what you see. In many ways. This photo was taken without looking through the viewfinder. As I took it in a hurry and hadn't time to lie down on the ground and take a proper picture. So I...
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Gran Fira de Valencia

Gran Fira de Valencia

After the concert of Ron Carter we went for a walk direction Carmen as we love to have a bite.But as we came to the Plaça de l'Ajuntament we were...

Ground work

Ground work

Thanks to the dogs I found some integrated objects. The sun was to low though. So I've got to return to the place to take some more photos with...