Cuara Peso Dain. Photographic installation.

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.

diente de oro DSCN0092 DSCN0182 close up reojo peinilla manos2 manos1 closeup2 todo wallet tia zapatos1 zapatos2Seeing these pictures printed made me all kinds of happy. I really can’t describe how good it felt doing this and the day of the exhibition was one of the happiest days ever.

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!

 

R.

PS. All the pictures are for sale in an online auction. In case you want to check them out and check the other photographers.

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Boiling blood

Boiling blood in my veins

it runs, it burns, it itch

Like a bee sting on the top of the tongue.

Every time your name glows

all the blood in my system burns.

Its like my body tries to reject

what my heart tries to say.

My mind says no,

but my heart is the boss in here.

If you hold me, I shiver,

when you touch my neck, my hair my face

is like, getting dizzy,

feeling loved,

feeling cared,

just feeling something more.

The blood in my veins boils

just with having you around,

it runs, it burns, it itch.

When you look at me

and smile,

I know it, you know it

we both feel the blood

boiling inside our veins.

R.

Mamihlapinatapei

Oh the Mamihlapinatapei.. In case you don’t know what this means, here’s the explanation: Yagan (indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego) – “the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start”

Have you ever had this feeling? Lately I’ve had a lot of this and honestly, I don’t know what to do about it.
I know I’m all carpe diem!!, tomorrow might be too late!!, don’t wait, just do it.. But there’s something about this feeling that doesn’t let me feel it all together.
Why are we so complicated on things that we shouldn’t?
Why do we wait until the last minute to get things done? Anything done? Even love?

It’s funny because in my life, everything’s falls into place at the moment it should’ve, even if it doesn’t feel like it at first sight..

Back to the matter, sometimes I just wanna grab him and never let him go and sometimes I don’t even care what he’s doing, and yet it seems that something is going on..

I just wish these things were as easy as picking between a pair of shoes, or ice cream (although ice cream picking can turn into a headache from time to time).

Why are we so afraid of our feelings, j know I am. I might not be afraid of heights, spiders or insects but I’m terrified of feelings, like they might kill me or something. Man I’m fucked up..

At the end I always come up with the same phrase motherfucker roller coaster mind

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Good in the world

One can say, the outside world is a dangerous place, but those who never travel only read the cover of the great book of the universe.

Lets get out of our comfort zone, the world is a great place.

R.

Infatuation?

Lately I’ve come to the realization that I can no longer have a male friend, and just be friends.. What happened to normal friends, with no romantic feelings other than the normal friendship feelings?

Was it exclusively for the high school times where we all knew each other and there was no hint of love?.. The only male friends that remain are the ones you had in high school and after that, any other male approximation has to end up in a some sort of infatuation from one end or the other?

I miss just meeting guys and be friends with them. Of course, I would like to know the love of my life in the process, but my point is, why does every single guy friend has to end up liking me?.. I’m not that pretty, I’m careless, carefree, I’m perpetually living in a fantasy world.. and yet I somehow manage to attract guys that I would like to keep, but as friends.. (friendzone alert)

Yes, I am complaining about the recent male attention I’m getting.. why? because I would really want to keep this guy as a friend, but he seems so into me, so infatuated, can’t seem to spend a few hours away from me when he is already chatting me and telling me he misses me..

I have no one to blame but myself, I carried this too far because I thought it was completely normal.. silly me.. now, I don’t know what to do about it..

I have a big mess ahead, wait for it, it’ll be fatal.. My question is, why does this all have to happen when I finally have my dreams and goals figured out? Is this a some sort of life lesson? Are you trying to tell me something life?..

Someone, somewhere its laughing, really hard and loud, mocking me, playing me, just having fun with all this mess, THANKS..

This is just part I.. there will be a part II, I’m sure.

R.