If you are a dominant fan of ‘black and white’, like me, don’t be afraid of the harsh light of the harsh peak of the day …. come be happy with me! If you already knew, OK, but if you didn’t know, now you know …. Continue reading “Do not be afraid of the harsh light”
I read very recently in an Eric Kim blog something that brought me to a feeling that has long abated me: what gives me pleasure in life? What pleasures are worth in life, or those that make them worth fighting for in life? Of course I refer to my life as a photographer, as an artist. Continue reading “Artistic pleasures”
This is a subproject derived from my ongoing project called “RURALS”.
I want with this subproject to show the faces of rural workers, men and women, that I have been photographing for about 4 years. In some ways this subproject is like a record for the posterity of what rural workers were like in my adult years.
Unfortunately this is a record of the present times that does not include my time as a child and adolescence. But I will continue on this road in this project until the day my fingers can no longer press the shutter button on my cameras.
“My portraits are a lot more about me than they are about the people I photograph.”
“In portrait photography you can not strip the surface to see the real nature of a person. The surface is all you’ve got. You work with what’s there – what’s waiting to be discovered.”
Richard Avedon in “Avedon at work. In the American West by Laura Wilson “.
“I am going to find what is permanent in this face. Truth comes with fatigue. He displays himself just as he is, just as he did not want to look.”
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Rural work is marked by annual events that are the harvests. There are daily activities, but harvests are the culmination of rural work. Continue reading “Harvest”
I will never be anything.
I can’t wanna be nothing.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.”
From the poem ‘Tabacaria’ by Álvaro de Campos, in “Poems” (heteronymous by Fernando Pessoa). Continue reading “The dreams”
Oh the love! With so many ways to be expressed.
In Brazil – and I believe in other countries too – there is, as a tradition, to record it through inscriptions or engravings made (with some sharp object) on tree trunks. They usually record names or initials of the couple, which is usually also surrounded by a heart, and sometimes the date of registration. Continue reading “Love Inscriptions”