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The truth is that I worked with this idea as a kind of tripping dream. No one really knows where the image is located, in the sky? on earth? which was spinning constantly in my head was always the same: Who understands the world? Is the world a big puzzle? because it reveals itself difficult to fit all its pieces. The day to day affair does not need us, it is a great mechanism that does not stop turning, rather it'd be people who need each other. There're many people who are hurt, in need of attention ... people are sometimes hurt pigeons without healthy wings to fly, that is where I like to think that we can help each other and do great things. For others... Help others ... to heal themselves and to fly again This is part of my dream, part of this Tripping Dream. Kisses.

Hello, again ... here I am showing you my last image, with great joy. Generally while I'm working on ideas, I like being a little absent and detached from all, because by this way, it allows me to concentrate on the issues between my hands and have a necessary intimacy. To some extent I feel well in my world for a while, where I can fully perform. That day, when I saw the crumbling adobe walls, on top of that hill, I thought it was an ancient corral, because people used to build them in elevated places and separated from populations (due to odors). There was a very sharp turn on the road to access, but I went without hesitation. The most amazing was the change in my mood when I got inside that place and looked at many niches, quite strange structures. I quickly realized that it was a cemetery. A forgotten cemetery? an abandoned one? How was that possible? ... the entrance was bricked up, but there was a free access, broken through one of the walls. The ground inside was made of soil and was very uneven and spongy. My feet sank into the undergrowth and part of the soil. The place had been filled to some extent and randomly. I started walking and I was really scared to sneak into a hole in the ground (!). Suddenly, I started to notice there were bones everywhere, I was puzzled! darn it!, almost this spectacle in front of my eyes gave me anger, some rage, to see that everything has been plundered. They had not respected those who rested there or at least there were many left that no one had claimed, totally abandoned. I saw bodies stuck between the planks that form the coffin, though incomplete. It could be distinguished bones of different ages, even shoes and clothes were mixed with remains of rotting wood. It came a moment that I was so blocked that did not know what to do. I was alone. Or not? I never touched anything, just gazed intently everywhere for a long time and thought how this "eternal" sleep was outraged that way. I was impressed with the place. I expected to see troughs for animals, not what I met there. The sky weighed on my head, that leaden gray sky and a very cold air was blowing. I took several shots, walking with care and as I walked back to my car, I knew this place was flashed on my head and I wonder how I would assimilate this experience, it was a big surprise!. It is a place with no specific time, without any given space. It's timeless. They have stolen its time, its role ... everything!. Then I reflected that all that I wanted was to sit there for a while, as you can look at the image. Feeling as one among all. In this way, death can be accepted as another stage of our existence, something inevitable, a moment that will not delay for anyone. Due to this work, my husband has asked me: "Laura, why don't you make an image with you being sat in a green meadow, full of flowers?, with some fruits, with a picnic ... bathed in sunshine, your legs shining in the air?" I do not answer!, because ... This way I am I reflect on what produces a deep impression on me. It was not an unpleasant feeling and some nights in darkness and silence, remembering the place, I had come to be really scared. I do not know with the passage of time, what will happen to that place, maybe a bulldozer will raze it all. We can not know. Kisses! Don't know if you like it, but don't ask myself about that! All images used are mine.

A beautiful mind is one that knows everything has a beginning and an end ... A beautiful mind is one that knows it can not live hating, but live to forget ... A beautiful mind is one that smiles, though does not feel like smiling ... A beautiful mind has every day a new dawn and knows how to hear the most beautiful sounds of each melody A beautiful mind ...

“Lo difícil se hace, lo imposible se intenta”. “Sé realista, pide lo imposible”... The message of this image is very clear: we must "try" impossible. Always. When we throw in the towel or have some failures, it's often due to the fact that we haven't even tried. That's the message I'm trying to convey, if birds fly up in the sky ... I CAN also fly ... and even a bird "ready for cooking" ... CAN fly. FLY! high and far ... with me, I urge you, do not be afraid!. I had fun making these shots, I had to cool the chicken occasionally with ice and when I saw it fly just for some moments in front of my eyes, thanks to my impulse, we both in the air, it's true I could not stop laughing at the situation. For me, not to try, lead us anywhere ... don't say "you can not". This image reflects my spirit. Kisses and I hope you'd like it.

For those who know the meaning of the word badila (shovel), they will understand quickly why I named this work so. Badila is a tool, kind of spatula, which is used to stir coals in braziers. The shovel I took in my hand has the traditional shape that used to have those tools associated with fire, ovens, stoves etc. In the center there's a kind of small hollow or sunk to hold coals. From this word, it comes the expression "give someone with the shovel on the knuckles" meaning: annoy someone, vex them. Sure if they gave on knuckles, it'll hurt. I have always drawn my attention to old things. And it makes me wonder how to recreate them. This brazier and this shovel I have borrowed them from a friend of mine and the environment where the image is taken, is placed by the river, an abandoned factory I see all days when I'm doing athletic march. When I was admiring those nice windows, their old bars, I thought about the day, I would go to photograph the windows, as well as the environment. It was all collapsing and being very careful, I made the shots. In the background, reeds are unmistakable landscape of this area by the river. Such compositions are a reflection of the person who's making them and his/her inside. Not everyone chooses to dress like someone almost abandoned, to sit in a place dismantled and apparently evaded from the surroundings, just having fun in the heat of the coals and reflexes of flames as the only things that binds her conscience to the world. I like a lot to make glamorous pictures with red lips and full of mascara, but of those there're many everywhere ... it seems then that women just want to be very beautiful or romantic or mystical, but ... this image was not aiming at anything of that kind. I just wanted to reflect a state of despondency, almost abandoned. The woman feels abandoned, and there's a lack of human warmth, seeking warmth in the coals. Soon the pile of coals will lose its strength, meanwhile she's remaining quiet to relax herself with her legs and arms warm, spellbound in sweet sensations. The friend who loaned me the brazier to make this composition, told me that her parents used it until this last year. Full of coals, they took it with them to their bedroom. I also spoke with his elderly mother and other women and our conclusion was really that thanks to them, many people have slept hot, braziers had taken away too cold from families, when there was no other means to keep warm in winter. Well, I just want to add that ... there's little I like as much as to write or to tell which feelings or concerns led me to create a scene or a work. I like to write about those things as much as making the composition. There, you can only say technical things or chat lines marked very specifically. I really do not think photography excludes a free clarification of its author. Usually a typical reaction with what we do not understand: it's to put it aside and isolate. Of course !, I'll write whatever I feel about my images or whatever. Finally, I realize that one reason that drives me to write about the feeling that generated each artwork, where its germ nests ... is that by doing so I can really enjoy it more ... because after it'll become an image to be viewed when desired, but I'm not going back on it anymore. I know friends who are also dedicated to artistic photography, returning to their works continuously, again and again. I could not do it... I will not go back on it. So this writing means partly my tribute and recognition to its beauty. This way I feel is not mine alone, best was described by another photographer friend of mine, when he said, "Laura, if you let me do a confession, it takes me some time to review your work, it's something I do on purpose, and why ?, I commented, I am very attentive to the new that you expose, and look, and look again and tasting it, as if I would say that exudes a subtle magic, so subtle that once the comment is made, it's like cutting the umbilical cord that binds me to the magic and I'm awaiting your next. " Today I enjoy "Badila" with you ... then I'll cut the cord that binds me to it and it'll be part of all the beautiful things that people create daily, in an effort to retain and capture the beauty around us and to understand better this our world . Today I feel it tied to me, after it will have its own soul.

Again everything has been gone with the wind, gone out of my mind ... the idea of slipping through our hands ... and can not be able to do anything. As it says in my biography: ... "Then the plane goes and goes and it turns away there I remained sitting on the grass looking as it goes into the distance and disappears from view I can no longer see its beauty and it takes all longings. I have seen many times plans go away. Rarely have I had the chance to look at them landing ... and resting besides me to share ". Kisses.

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I'm presenting to you... AZAHAR... the matter is that I've been during several weeks smelling orange blossom, so nice smell coming through the windows of the house, where the garden has orange, mandarin and lemon trees full of blossom. The floor spreads like a carpet of aromatic petals. I think I've evolved a lot in my photography. There's a delicate barrier that is difficult to pass through and it's simply the integration of the model of the image on the subject. There're photographers who never go beyond emphasizing the model's body, never being able to "integrate" it in the story. I would not show a woman, but a character stuck in her world, her time, her feelings and her own existence. The big difference is when the focus of the composition is global, not showing anything in particular, but still it gets recorded in our retina. I really like the smell of orange blossom... is intoxicating. Now, I have many shots outdoors ... I want to deal with them as well. Certain topics that tell me a flash of my life, of my concerns. When I see that the day has the lights that I want, I leave everything as it is at home, I get in the car and drive aimlessly back roads, my partner in the driver's seat, is not a model ... daubed in makeup jajajaja, my partner is a Nikon taken out of the holster, ready to shoot, just both silent. A bottle of mineral water and a small knife, a knife? Well yes ... I have gone to every place that puts the willies... with an illusion that burst the barriers of fear. I need nothing else ... to be happy. Only road in front of me and places waiting... which won't exist in a near future anymore. I think if I'll end by not knowing where I am because the mind relaxes so much that goes on its own. This way I can spend hours and hours, not remembering even to eat, just get lost in the deepest landscape Emoticón smile besides I have come to be disoriented on roads. All images used are mine. Hope you like it. Kisses!

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There's a considerable trek to get to that place and several ramps, a very uneven land, but I did not mind too much the effort involved and I walked as if pushed by an inexplicable inertia which led me to an exact place, all in silence. There were many terraces along to each side of the path, bridging those gaps of unevenness. I was concerned about the moody sky that displayed above my head, at times sunlight, at times darkness, brightness was too great though its warmth in spring is very nice and welcoming, at last I was afraid I couldn't make to some extent the shot that I wanted. When I arrived to the olive tree, while every thing necessary was put in place, the air became more humid, in front of me there was a beautiful valley with a river in its depths and several waterfalls. I was surrounded by rock walls in front of me and at my back. Clouds covering from above the valley ... finally arrived. Every day, we are used to adjust the opening of the eyelids to the brightness without realizing it and I gradually stopped feeling any stress or pressure in the area of the eyes, I could open my eyes easily, naturally, open wide, like big windows made of somewhat like crystal ... without feeling any discomfort. The new cold air seeped through my nose deeply and increasingly the valley was filled before me in shadows. It was such a nice feeling that I just wanted to be relaxed and even I distracted a bit from work, almost I felt that I neither wanted to do anything only be sat there, but I had to do it ... The light changed completely ... I do not know how it was possible so quickly, but I knew it was an ideal light for the image. Something was floating around, which made it all possible. Tranquility, silence, don't know what, but an overwhelming feeling nearly tangible. And now comes the important matter, why I chose the character of Judas, because he had to play a very thankless role. He was going to be considered forever "evil" ... he was allowing another story to become a reality and influenced humanity forever. Without him and his role, otherwise it would not have been possible. His sacrifice, to top it all, WAS... in vain, even his final award was unpleasant. Nobody wanted him. Every day we perceive reality as it is shown in front of our eyes, without thinking that there are many personal tragedies that made it possible. This occurs at all levels that we can imagine. For some stories to be possible, others have had to die on the way or no longer or never exist, just to be even sadder. Each piece in this great puzzle of Life plays a role. There're some roles for main actors and others can only wait for tragedy. It is so, and there is no kind of compassion or whatever. This image, to my understanding, reminds us of those who are being sacrificed along the way and never had any main role. All resources used are mine.

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