About Me

Since ancient times it is said that photographers steal the soul of those who pose in front of their cameras. After three decades of photographic work, I can affirm that it is the photographers who give a part of their soul in each image. In my particular case, the search to photograph stories that stir my spirit has been a permanent challenge.
I’m not talking about photographing illusions. I refer to the need to portray people with real testimonies that invite us to perceive emotions, teachings and deep reflections.

A lot of delving into everyday life has allowed me to find those stories with an exquisite aroma, stories that, due to their delicate fragrance, are like an oasis of flowers in the middle of a decomposed system. I deeply appreciate the enormous privilege of meeting mothers who forgave the murderer of their children, entire families who return home after several decades of displacement, brave women who overcome the painful scars of those who have suffered sexual abuse, to dozens of older adults who prophesy economic collapse while surviving neglect, communities struggling so that progress does not take away their ancestral wisdom.

By working with these realities, I understood that photography is a language that educates the human soul and pushes us to explore the secrets of consciousness. A consciousness as our friend Bill Hicks would describe it
“all matter is simply energy condensed in a slower vibration, we are all one consciousness that experiences itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only sleep and we are an imagination of ourselves”.

I am grateful for the opportunity to share some stories of resistance with you. I feel fortunate because, through documentary photography, I have wandered through the corridors of a society that smells of flowers and fish, with the visible purpose of fostering dialogue around our individual and collective memory.