Unforgettable Postcards, Memories in Code

April 7, 2010

At the age of 6 I asked for a bicycle for my birthday. At 7 I got a camera, a Kodak Brownie Fiesta. Now I ride a motorcycle and carry a digital SLR. The dream of traveling hasn’t changed either. The curious thing is that I’ve been traveling with a camera all my life and I still haven’t fully understood the experience, neither emotionally nor photographically.

Of all the photos I took between ages 7 and 15 I clearly remember four: two of them from trips and two from the backyard. This game of rescuing images from memory after a long time is very interesting. I now use it to edit my series. After letting them sit for a few months I ask myself, “Lisbon?” The first photo that comes to mind is Lisbon, and I usually work from that point.

Why?

April 5, 2010

Synchronized to the urban rhythm it is difficult to question oneself. We are pulled like the current of a river whose destination we do not know. When suddenly we become a drop detached from the whole and fall vertically, feeling the vertigo of the cascade, we acquire a different awareness of our own nature.

San Sebastián, Barceloneta

March 29, 2010

Last summer we traveled to New York. I thought, “Summer! New York! Coney Island!” I had a photo of Bruce Gilden stuck in my head. But it couldn’t happen; there wasn’t a single day without rain… and we went back home, back to the routine. Within the repetitive, unglamorous activities, unlike past water travels, were the Barcelona Photobloggers activities, among them, giving a black‑and‑white lab course; tidying the house and asking myself what to do with expired black‑and‑white rolls; going to work, going to the beach…