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An idea I had for a long time, perhaps a constant in my work: light in darkness...
Somewhere in Italy
Somewhere in Italy... I have been checking past images that were not considered good enough; I am giving them a facelift...
Harvest
Thinking about the many celebrations at this time of year: harvest, Day of the Dead, All Saints, autumn...
Between reality and fiction
Experimenting with brushes...
Ancient trees in Winter
After a frustrating couple of weeks, I managed to recover my vision: trees in Greenwich Park
The Self - 5
Continuing with my Projects series: The Self.
I was testing the lights and this was a test shot for another self portrait: a keeper if there was one!
The other Self portrait is The Self - 5
The Spirit of Winter
As in all my work, it begins one way but then it ends somewhere not too far...
Winn's Common, Plumstead
Early one morning....
Returning to La Paz - Imágenes Paceñas
'Returning to La Paz' is an hommage to Javier Molina's birth place. After living in the USA for a number of years the Bolivian photographer returned to La Paz in the early 1970s. Living abroad gave him a perspective that allowed him to see the city with new eyes.
All images with either Fujifilm, Kodak or Ilford film
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)]