Those who wander

Me, in front of and behind the camera. Confessor and penitent. My essence captured... desperation, fear, anguish, pain, hate, anger, introspection, loneliness, love, pleasure and desire. A way to communicate waiting for a response. Maybe cross a glance. Find someone in the darkest and lightest part. I as a subject, process and result. My body as a tool, the emotional and physical nude as a starting point. A path in which I have come to know that I see in the mirror, the same one that I take the look, the same with which I fight, that I hate and love. Without any artifice. All the images are self-portraits, each of them corresponds to a page in which I express how I feel. All of them explicitly describe a set of circumstances, they are made in different places, some private and others public. Some comfortable and others really uncomfortable. Images stolen, silent so as not to be discovered.