Logic of reasoning
The beginning of each story is only a few centimeters away from the very first thought of each day. For the past 2 years, I have been living between the two points which have defined my own linear equation. Constant terms, unknown factors and a solution set, define my long trip so far.
My companion and I are being charged with signs of wear occurred by the kilometers we have travelled… Together, we spend question and exclamation marks in every place we visit.
The railway stations stand like temples for the travelers, while their battered shoes are like the time which has managed to mature them. They ask favors from all gods and they try to move one having Buddha and Allah, Jesus and the shamans on their side.
Forgotten dinars and rubles, pounds and riyal can be found in my pockets, but every time I move on, they lose their value.
The camera in my hands is a shield and a gun at the same time, an expression and a way of surviving.
I observe everything and I focus only on my instinct. With no obvious logic, the moments will be captured in the frames I have set.
A picture is the still which is yet alive, it lives between the mummies and fossils of the once real. The trip is the art of the unknown and the road is an imaginative storyteller…
Santiago de Chile, March of 2015 [GR]