Stanmer Park - ex. 3

Messages created by words.
Many times, there are international icons. 

Many different ways of communication. 

Enjoying universal understading.

Making it possible everywhere. 

And then, showing them by images expressing different things. Check how just half of a word doesn't mean the same than the whole. 

 Stanmer, Brighton

 21st October 2010

Stanmer Park - ex. 2

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Challenging your mind looking for three letters of your own name just in a place can be a powerful exercise for it, and for your eyes. Trusting in improving by getting used to taking photos while searching for something specific, and not waiting until something surprises us, can be also a different way of attitude. Let's play Alphabet.





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                               Stanmer Park, Brighton
A                                21st October 2010  

Stanmer Park - ex. 1

 Just three different points of view: three different portraits. And three different readings of the photographs, although with the same subject. This kind of reflection clock, moreover, is not the same in the three photos: there was one in the front of the church and another one in the back. So, how can we read the truth on a photograph? Instead of that, better wondering: can we really read the truth on it?


Of course there were taken not only three shots, but between 15 and 20. Next step: the less photographs I take, the best they will be: more thought.

Church of Stanmer Park, Brighton
21st October 2010

Wild is the wind

Brighton beach, 8th October 2010

New country means new colours. That's what I was strongly wondering before arriving: what would be happening to my black and white photography here. Of course it will not be the same and, in fact, my photos have began to look very different from my last ones. Receiving changing situations with open eyes, although difficult, means bringing new ideas to your life. And the more you experiment, the more you live. Changes mean challenges. 

The only thing I want to remain in my photos is how they're read and interpreted. My own discourse, the codes I like to capture. Last July in Paris I discovered how much I can enjoy the living taste of a photo with bright but anonymous people, how much I like their movement, their expressions. I discovered how I feel taking photos this way and looking back at them later in different ways. I think there's a time for each way of enjoying a photo in different moments: when you take it, when you are looking back at it, and when you read it as a text (the idea of "reading" a photo). But I'm based on subjective facts. Let's see if they change too. 

Last photos before Brighton:

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