Good afternoon dreamers!! 😉
I hate the movement of time, I think that time moves very fast.. and suddenly, my birthday happened and I am 26.
I started to learn how to use photoshop and make pictures 6 months ago because I needed to tell stories and I was alone in summer without internet.
After the summer, I only wanted to learn and learn more, I saw photographers like Rosie Hardy, Robby Cavanaugh or Brooke Shaden and I only wanted to know how they did possible that irreal things look like real..
But now, I am in photography crisis moment.. because I have a lo of things in my head.. I have to finish my project to be engineer so I can’t spend much time taking photos but when I do my project, I am thinking about the next photo and when I am making a photo, I am thinking about I shouldn’t do that.. in Spanish, ‘la pescadilla que se muerde la cola’. It’s very frustrating..
I should try to be more patience and separate my time because if not I am going to die..
I’d like to show you several pictures that I did to movement:
The first one is the fight between myself..
It expressed myself but I wasn’t sure if it was movement so I tried others.
And the last one, I invented a story for that..
I woke up like any other day .. I looked his bedside but he wasn’t .. just a note that said ‘I’ll love you forever’. The trouble started down my body, I took the scarf which he gave me and ran out onto the balcony waiting for seeing him across the street. Too late. Thereafter, any other day ceased to have the same meaning ..
Me desperté como cualquier otro día.. miré hacia su lado de la cama pero no estaba él.. solo una nota que decía ‘te querré por siempre’. La angustia empezó a recorrer mi cuerpo, cogí el pañuelo que me regaló y salí corriendo hacia el balcón esperando verle cruzar la calle. Demasiado tarde. A partir de entonces, cualquier otro día dejó de tener el mismo significado..