Words with Wilderness

In 2007 I purchased my first digital camera after 5 years experimenting the fundamentals of the photograph with film. I created my first website, WIX I believe it was, and social media had just started to come forth. At that time I would showcase my “experimental” photographs to the smaller photographic community with accompanying words to the images. I thought it fitting during this stage of my growth as an artist to express what I was feeling while taking the image or what it felt to me after. Each individual scene attracts me to a particular feeling and sometimes to project those thoughts through a photograph isn’t enough. I was soon bashed down by many who called me “cheezy” or even “boring” for accompanying these small poems to my images and soon after, feeling a failure in delicate time in my life, I stopped writing.

We then move forward to 2019, I still take many photographs and feel very comfortable about how I approach a landscape scene technically and in my own individual style and expression. It was my last visit to date in Patagonia. I spent almost 3 weeks there this time and seeing the landscapes again for a second time, I approached photography with an immense desire to express to the public audience what I was feeling when I capture these marvellous scenes and what the Patagonian land meant to me. So, I started writing again. Not caring about the negative comments I may get, but caring about sharing the art to a person who wants to know more. To showcase a piece of art as “an entire complete piece”.

Today I want to share with you on this blog, some images taken in recent times, as I would like them to be showcased. Maybe I will add to this blog more often some frequent posts with more, If people find the time to stop and breathe during this hurried life.

A M I I R A

she dances to the crowds of children and friends, surrounded by laughter and music in the town square, everyone can see her beauty and she loves to be free, her hair long and shinning in the breeze and gaze so sensual to stop any heart beat, soon all to be lost and forgotten and cruel men with darkness will possess.

This native Eucalypt, one of the last ones standing in this area of Gippsland, Victoria, Australia, still shows her beauty and harmony amongst a small area of mountain ash and fern. Close by to a waterfall at Turtons Creek. Backed up against huge logging in this area that is so sad to see. This tree will soon disappear by our greed, just like a once dancing Afghan woman in her once beautiful life, now taken.

TEHUELCHE FLAME

Chalten, smoking mountain, tribes of the land thought it to be a vulcano, in harmony with the land, Upon my presence her glory reveal, light to a candle in a sole moment

I know why this mountain range was so important to the people of this land, the Tehuelche. It may have a different
name today, though for me I feel her spirit, and sense her greatness. When this landscape reveals herself there are very few landscape as beautiful.

CALLOW FATE

Severance from mater the brothers shall callow, Their bodies float on forward to find the unknown, Storms ahead will melt them upon arrival
But they will see mountains, trees and other life, Their waves will still break from their fall, As mother howls her cries of loneliness and pride for eternal………….The brothers callow fate shall echo

Seeing a scene that grabs your attention, whether it's dominant patterns, symmetry or colours, or even an interpretation of what you see within a story or both. Like a bearded old man that you see in the clouds as a child. Every piece of art that I produce transports me back till that time and my interpretation.

BANDITS SPIRIT

Legend whispers only in emptiness, The field whistles her power for the valley below, Their ghosts form in darkness and in flame, To stare down upon who once resist, At dusk numen is alone to them fight again, The bandits return at last light…every night in pain.

S I L V A L I M B S

arms above the ground, stretching, changing direction, changing form, changing shade, starting from the heart, the trunk, the soul, leading its glory in all seasons and sometimes breaking off to decay below.

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