I’ve been away, long, long time doing A LOT of things. But well, I love it 🙂
Last friday I was honored to put a photographic installation with other photographers.
I find it weird for people to call me photographer, I barely know how to work the manual setting of my semi-professional camera, that’s why I was so honored to be surrounded by real photographers with different styles and talent.
The model for my pictures was my grandfather. Needless to say, he is pretty much to awesome to handle and I fucking love it and him.
These were the pictures I took when I finished my photography course and they were sitting still in my computer until the girls that organized the exhibition called me.
I took my grandpa, of course, and he wore every piece of his garment. He was so happy and excited I think I shed a tear or two during the night.
I’ve been doing so many fun stuffs lately, I can’t even catch a break, but I love it!
PS. All the pictures are for sale in an online auction. In case you want to check them out and check the other photographers.
Finally I have a little time to drain my mind and just put everything into writing. The truth is, I’m always tired when I get home and well.. you know the sad story about regular working 8-5 people. It kinda sucks..
Anyway, I got a TATTOO. Finally after years of
planning and designing I did it. I just thought it was a time of my life I’d like to remember, even though it does not portray an actual event, I just wanted to get tattooed at this moment.
I call it, Life Line, because these 3 elements more than “metaphorically”, they make my heart beat literally.
Before the ink!
aaaaand, its done.
Making my heart beat
There are times that I’m utterly and completely happy and then the next second my mood goes down a nudge. I think this is pretty standard for everyone or for most women.
But the key of being happy or wanting to be happy is the most fallacious way we can think of because happiness comes bottled in little moments, little smiles, little meals that fill up the happy moment of each day.
Wanting to be happy takes you to anxiety because being all smiley and content all the time is tiring, we need our moments of sadness, solitude, calmness, anger, or our moments of just plain numbness.
I think accepting that you can let yourself feel all these things is the true happiness because if we are afraid to feel any feeling other than contentment we wouldn’t recognize how it is to be a human being that truly lets go and enjoy.
For me, happiness is a meal of fried fish and plantain, the exact moment before it starts raining and the exact moment when it stops, the lullaby of a bird after the rain, the trees swinging its branches with the wind, my mothers’ smile, a kid’s laughter, dancing to whatever, beer with a few friends, getting introduced to people and being able to be myself from the beginning, the embrace of my dad after 8 hours of work, drinking lots of perfectly acclimatized water, being able to fall sleep in the grass of a park and not get bitten by ants, my dog, etc, etc..
These moments make up for the happiness share of my days, and none of them are planned, that’s the beauty of it; to truly feel joy we ought to stop planning on getting happy.
Stop looking for it, it’ll come the moment you start doing the things you love and the moment you let yourself surrender to the beauty of feeling.