this exhibition demonstrates how photography can be highly subjective expression and expressiveness.
the idea flashed in my brain with a photo and a strong thought. the thought of the red color combined with the passion. if the passion is not real freedom of being can not be lived up to the bottom. the passion you can not create, search, learn ...
passion or there or there's no point.
passion has different expressions.
passion is photography, or an idea, a person. a kiss. a way of life.
who has the ability to speak he can see and hear. But sometimes the human being can or can not see beyond. a limit? yes maybe. but not always if you do not see when it is due to an obstacle ... a cage.
and then their freedom to be found. conquered. within ourselves first. and then out of us.
or vice versa.
my freedom is born in my thoughts pass through my breath and touch my daily life. are not dead. inside.
my ladybug is my muse. Respirable who lives in the breath in the moments of joy in the passages above, in the detachments that accompany it, in the most intense moments we call life.
perception.
gives you the ability to hear everything in a stronger, more intense. and I get lost in those senses.
my ladybug wants to be free. determined.
free.
and strong. although his weakness for me is like a stream in full sun. and I like to bathe her face with her fresh water. gives me strength.
his freedom. is the stimulus to life. research.
my ladybug loves to love.
my ladybug you.
are my ladybug too.
yesterday today tomorrow.
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