photography

In 2002 I got my hands on a compact digital camera, the first model to come onto the market. For many years I had been photographing the different phases of the civil works in which I participated as a construction supervisor, but I had never aimed, for example, at a horizon, and with the new camera everything seemed prodigious. I had just turned 40: A year later I published Nuboides, a book of experimental poetry based on photography, I realized that I could also write novels with the camera and I started the collection Naturalezas, with which I held my first individual exhibition of photography three years after that photograph of the horizon…. I had the sensation of having spent my whole creative life with feature film scripts and novels in a sort of Plato’s cave, with at least two years to create them within four walls with and without a light bulb, six months to receive the first rejection, another six months or a year for the second… (I had only managed to publish the novel Vertical up to that moment); however, I could shoot a photograph in the morning and see it in the whole world shortly after or I could have it hanging on the wall in the afternoon. Since then, the light that I worked so hard to create with words and phrases now accompanies me from the very moment I leave the house, and my only concern is to live up to so much beauty and mystery.