Years devoted to photojournalism, one day I crossed the threshold to the magical realism.
There breathe my work, one of my worlds, where earth and suns beat free.
All roads have their stories, and I suspect the beauty of walk them, being a photographer walker, is the unpredictable.
Open to touch the light spraying oblivion, dreaming the day as an intense shoot, weaving the world with thread of silence.
The work I move this year are photographs taken exclusively in Latin America. From north to south, from 2007 to 2014