"admire me, admire my home
admire my son, he's my clone"
"I do not dare deny
the basic beast inside
it's right here, it's controlling my mind"
going back a few years, I adamantly believed photography - art in general, for that matter - shouldn't be political. I had some reservations when applying the logic to music, writing, or movies, because of the existence of words, though.
in my head, it had to be all about words, logic, reason... and while most of the times I did a shitty job upholding any of that, I did theorize it to be better, more effective.
that has obviously been engrained in my personality as the way I usually communicate. I tend to overexplain things as if some things weren't clear already.
my love for photography was only truly able to blossom when I came to know that it could - and more importantly, it definitely should - have a message, be it political or not.
and one of the things I feel like photography may be best equipped to deal with is this whole gentrification bullshit. so, here's the photo that first made me have second thoughts about the role of photography.
anyways, this is "no vacancies, so many reservations (2018)".
once again, thank you for all the support. 🙏🙏🙏
on a mission.
inevitably, we all give up to creative clichés. they may even be hiding well beneath the conscious membranes of our being, finding subterfuge in what works almost as a learned reptilian instinct.
In the last couple of weeks, I've found myself growing very fond to photographing people running on the street with no apparent purpose. be it while crossing the street, just randomly running to meet someone, or even running to a certain place, I have time and time again found myself focusing on that small bit of my everyday life.
maybe it's because I should run more. or not so much. after all, it is still a very subconscious thing.
as a final note, I gotta say: who the fuck runs full speed while it's rainy as fuck over the Portuguese traditional pavings? those fuckers are slippery as all hell and... I. would. never. do. it. because it makes me too anxious.........
oh, wait. that's it. once again, the culprit seems to be my anxiety.
I could have rewritten this text with that as a starting point, but I guess this is more honest. at least as honest as this one is going to get because this one got got.
anyways, this is "gone. in space (2018)".
the amount of support over the last week or so has been absolutely incredible. thank you so much to everyone who has shown it in any way. so thankful! 🙏