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When the Night comes...
When the night comes
And you lay your weary head to rest
No more trials, no tests
When the night comes
Don't be afraid
You're only dreaming
Don't be afraid
You're only dreaming
A Summary Portfolio
This is a collection of some of my photographs that best exemplify my work.
Please find below a selection of 23 of those images:
1- Imaginations
2- Landscapes
3- A Murder of Silhouettes (B&W)
4- Still Life
5- Portraits: The Self and The Other
The yellow rope
The self, fallen
An essay on Light
On my last visit to Lanzarote with Fuenteventura in the horizon
Seasalter sunset
Looking at the sun setting in the horizon, Seasalter beach, Kent.
Alleyways in contrast
Ten images of old alleyways and buildings on the Tuscan hills
Five nudes (analogue: Kodak T-Max400)
5 nudes attempting a carbon print effect with black and white film
Four instances of a sunset
As in all my work, these images are a vision that holds that geography as a reference, they are more in relation to the imagined and what appertains to a memory or recollection which might not exist even though it is present and manifests itself in the photographs.
Halves...
Light, colour and textures: the subject of this essay.
The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning:
In a car crash or by a bullet.
I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while.
Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government,
of how expensive life is nowadays,
And I felt better, a little bit good.
I meant to tell you that I am really ill.
As if without skin, hurt by the air around,
wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams.
An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head
and doesn't leve me alone.
Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live
crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can.
[Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]