More than once we’ve read or heard that the light is a very important part of photography, I must admit that I also think it is, but in every picture I make, every moment I capture with my lens I try that it has as many ingredients that we can forget that it’s the light which draws the picture, to reach a smile, a tear or an exclamation, sonorous or voiceless, and when we go back to the photography we can see how effectively in every assimilated feature there is the needed amount of light.
How did I begin? Probably I began in this long before I knew myself, it’s quite possible that photography already was a part of my conception of the world before clicking for the first time, and then everything come by there own, as the water follows the course of the river, it isn’t necessary to tell how or where, it moves on, and that way photography made the same with me, I never found the need or the obligation to learn from others what I thought I could discover by myself, see and experiment, wanting to find myself in every shot, that’s what moves me, recognize myself en what I make, doing something authentic in the difficulty of a world where there is so much done, but so much to do, in every shot we can try to reach it.

I find in black and white the most solvents ends to discover a world of contrasts, and I experiment in the colour a cloudy unreality between the most wide ranges of tones within our reach, in the difficult balance between both I’m lost in the hours of processing. Long before this it’s the beginning of what we now represent….. The light.