Although one may not be consciously aware that one begins to travel through time the day one is born, for me it was June 4, 1961.
On another day, without knowing the importance this would bring, I found myself with a camera in my hands.
I began to see the world in doses, parcels of time retained in a frame that later, like an alchemy, appeared when immersed in the developer.
This experience gave me the illusion of being able to retain and understand life, emotions, things dear to me.
Today I want to express the experience of being time, more concretely my desire is to say in images how each act we perform is imprinted in the temporal flow that is given to us; it is there where we are unfolding, shaping our being in acts, these happen in a temporal space that marks its rhythm from second to second waiting to be recorded by our actions. Somehow we are process.