Trapped in chiaroscuro, I don’t understand this hint of light…
Trapped in chiaroscuro, I don’t understand this hint of light…
In my dreams there are sometimes that Life seems a bit real, a vanishing, ephemeral illusion…
I cannot linger…
It seems that there could be the possibility of a small light appearing in the sky, it seemed so before, the light faded away…
Void is not always there, and it’s not always your worst company…
The unstoppable flow from the mind, the chimes of each and every chain link breaking through the forehead bones that leave no place for calmness, for some quiet; not even inside dreams thoughts seem to get tired of being too noisy, the cascade of worries is countlessly adding to the uneasy, sleepless hours…
I’d just love to get some rest.
My nephew is no longer a small child, today is his 7th birthday!
He lives in another city, so I’m gonna have to wait to give him a birthday hug. While updating my photo library a few days ago I came upon some images of him from April 2014, just before his 3rd birthday, and yes, for sure he has grown up. I do strongly wish that his now boy personality and his family and school environment give him the necessary tools to have lots of nice moments in this new stage of his life.
From that April when he was a very small child of almost 3 years old I leave here the three images I liked the most.
Happy birthday Tavo!!
My company, my love, my joy, two little beautiful living beings where I can find trust and the sense of being among those who will never betray me. That is how I feel about my two cats.
Both of them have been with me for more than ten years now, since they were just cute little kittens, I really am so, so fond of them. I’ve watched them eat, play, go to the bathroom, and sleep countless times, all with the look of love in my eyes.
I know, months ago I had promised not to make a post about photography here, but what can I do?, it’s part of my life.
Before the very tough end of December and almost all January I had some chance to load some film on a camera I had just acquired. Why film?, being used to shooting only digital for almost 12 years, getting back to film requires more attention from my mind, focusing more on what I want to include in the frame and what not, composing better, being more aware of light, being more in the present moment, something that is so refreshing for mind and soul, so good for mental health.
These few images are from the roll I used to test the camera so I was even more concentrated on the things I was doing to get consistent results and to use the most of the camera’s features. Since I haven’t had the chance to travel for several months now, I like to share with you this brief selection, most in line with the theme that gives more joy to my soul, little details of the closest to Nature I have at hand close to home.
If you want to see more of my photography, film or digital, please go to my photography blog.
Hot or cold, in wet and windy weather, being in the presence of the true divinity: Nature.
Scenes like this I always find so, so enjoyable, immersing myself into the deepest connection with life, some solace time to hear the true voices of my inner self.
Almost normal, like the life of everyone else.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be saying this, should I?
Mind and body playing tricky games with me lately, many of the things that should be on track are stuck, holidays are over, so the machine should be on full throttle right? Even here on the blog some posts should be already published by now, and they’re still pending… Inspiration, concentration, focus, energy, not very much on my side lately.
Now to the point.
Solitude, which turns into loneliness easily is something my psycho doc and my therapist have told me to strongly avoid. The latter has said: “don’t get locked at home, go out with some friends, to the movies, to museums, for a walk at a nice park…”. The idea is not bad at all, not so practical though: closer to where I live aside a few shopping malls there’s not much action, for that the Centro Historico (Downtown), Coyoacan or the areas between and close around from there are the way to go; talking about culture and art this area nearby is metaphorically speaking, dead really.
Not only that, I used to go to train rope access techniques one, two, or even three times weekly, the place is across the city from home, which can take, making use of suburban bus and subway, on the short, at least 1:45 hours, on the long, close to 3 hours!
I did it for years, never reluctantly, never feeling public transportation was not good enough for me, going training or other places, by myself.
Since late November 2016, for those who haven’t read about it here on this blog, when that bad depression and anxiety relapse came, the first months I remained locked at home with the exception of going with the doctor or the therapist, by car or with the aid of Uber once, just a few subway stations, picked up by friends and family on the way home. A couple of months later the idea of getting into the subway was still not pleasing at all, but I had to anyway.
Long before the darkest months, more than a year I think, taking the subway meant a small degree of uneasy, kind of anxious sensations, something to deal with… After the falling though it turned into a dark, confusing experience, a sordid trail. The long waits for the train to arrive, minute after minute after minute of facing somber thoughts and anxiety while surrounded, pushed, crushed by human masses, loud, really loud noises, the overwhelming load of people coming and going, chatting here and there, guys with huge loudspeakers selling “music”… unbearable cacophony…
Some degree of recovery has allowed me to go inside the dark alleys again but the fact is that getting in there is still not nice at all for me, so I try not to take the plunge that route. For months I’ve stayed at home most of the days, for me going out is a possibility of finding restlessness and exposing myself to very stressful moments, wether facing the city traffic while driving or making use of the “Metro” as we call Mexico City’s subway the sensory overload is something I’m not so used to anymore. In fact some have invited me to join them going making photos, to chat for a few hours or the like and I’ve had to decline more than once since the experience is not pleasing for me, nor is very healthy.
For long I’ve wanted to share this very short series of images of what that experience has been for me. I carry a camera almost everywhere I go, images are an easier way for me to communicate what I feel or think so I portrayed some of those anguishing moments months ago. The images are from February 2016.
The holidays are over, now we’re well into starting the new 2018. There were some moments of joy, sharing with a few friends and my closest relatives, for which I should be thankful.
In the latest weeks though my issues with depression and to some degree with anxiety have not been lucky at all, it has really struck me down very hard. As of today, I feel very weak, and not much in the like of eating, exercising or doing other things, in fact I do feel the holidays are: OVER, BACK TO REALITY.
In that mood for this new year I’ve made no resolutions, no goals list, all I hope for, all I really wish is that my mental health issues get better, and my photography projects get more on the nice path. I hope I will get to feel better, and then I’ll have time and energy to think about some nice resolutions. First I must gain some of the weight I’ve lost between December 31 and today:
Not bad for a guy 1.75 meters tall, not good at all either.
Next, my visual interpretation of that return to reality, after some moments of light a few days ago:
With all of this aside, I do wish you a very bright 2018 full of inner peace, health and success!!
Among darkness the light shines brighter. During the past few weeks I didn’t make much connection with the Christmas spirit, inside some of the bitter cold that have left the hard times I went through several weeks repeatedly along the year was still very much present in my soul and, though feeling that way is something I don’t like at all, it was a fact, and not a lot to do about it.
A few days ago a really dearest person invited me to go to a Mexican posada, a festive gathering to celebrate the journey of Virgin Mary and Jose to Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus. The songs, the breaking of the piñata, the lights, those bright and sparkling lights burning… I started to feel some very nice joy, a very warm, enjoyable joy. All of that united to get myself , my soul, my heart, into the vibe of the season.
May this holiday season, whatever you believe in, bring a lot of warmth to you and your beloved ones’s lives.
Best wishes, and Merry Christmas!!!
No, no subo hasta el cielo, ni se ha roto la jaula…
Eslabones de infames cadenas aglutinados por sangre y pellejo en algo que se parece a un cuerpo mantienen el soplo vital de millones de células tercas, soplo que ancla mi existencia a lo terreno, a lo no sublime, a las miserias humanas… ja!, “humanas”…
…las horas, los minutos, cada uno una disyuntiva entre dos planos…
Pesados andrajos de carne y sombras, dilúyanse , evapórense en pencas de maguey, transmuten en vapores de savia y dejen atrás las espinas de ese espinoso lugar…
…ese lugar llamado vida…