French music, sugar, strawberrys and white chocolate. Saturday night was just completely sweet.
When I opened mi blog I firmly decided that I would never ever post about politics or anything related to it. However, by moral and for many reasons, today I must talk about what is going on in my country, Venezuela.
For fifteen years Venezuela has been ruled by an oppresive, tyrant, abusive goverment. In the last 10 months the situation has goten worse. Inflation is over the top, there is an unprecedent shortage of basic products. People can’t find milk, toothpaste, meat, chicken, toilet paper, and so on and on.
Insecurity levels have reached a record. There are more than 24.000 violents deaths registered just last year. And I mean “only registered”.
Last week students begun a pacific protest on february 12 (The Youth Day in Vzla) requesting the goverment solutions to these problems. The goverment took it bad, as always, and started shooting students. 3 inocent people died. Protests raised all over the country and continue to this day…
Many more have died. Goverment represion has increased. Leaders and students are in jail being tortured by their own military forces that swore to protect them.
Protests have raised by venezuelans all over the world to create awareness as the dictatorship took over all the media.
Yesterday I went to support my country.
This concentration took place in Barcelona, Spain at Plaza Catalunya. We ask people to see. Have awareness of what is happening in Venezuela. Support freedom, defend human rights. Don’t keep quiet.
If I were to explain with details everything that is going on, a whole blog lifetime would not be enough.
S.O.S Venezuela. We are far, but never absent.
Apart of taking pictures, I also like very much to draw. Sadly I’ts been a while since I last draw something. I had to leave all of my materials back in Venezuela. But, thanks to my dear brother, I’m back on track!
As a christmas present he gave me a drawing kit! So, with some good tunes on the Ipod, on a sunday night, the pencils began to roll…
This is Neliel, a character from Bleach. I always take photos of my drawings. However I findt it challenging.I feel that the pencil strokes always look kind of weird, they don’t look very smooth as they do in person.
It’s a bit strange to take photos of a drawing… It makes me think, where is the subject? in the photo? in the drawing? in both? It’s like a mirror infront of another mirror, I feel the question never ends.
With the purpose of starting the week off on a good foot!
Have a great week :)!
For the past few months the sun abandoned us. His absence opened the doors to unmerciful cold. No heat, no warm sun rays for so long.
However, cold afternoons and grey skies are over. The sun is back.
After having lunch a couple of days ago I saw a little bright spot on the couch brown fabric. I went to investigate and for my surprise it was a small spot of sunlight. I was so happy! So I just sat there, cuddling in the little spot while it grew into a big warm sun ray.
I closed my eyes I let the warmth embrace be. It was so beautiful how it passed through the new small plants on the table. The plants were happy and so was I. We have sunny afternoons again 🙂
Colors, colors, so many colors. When I started with photography I only did black and white photos. It was a rule from the place I was studiying: all of our pictures, no matter what they were about, had to be in B&W. To my detriment it made me scared of color photography. I was missing out on so much.
I took this picture a few months ago. It’s a lamp brought directly from Turkey. I was hypnotized by it and the way the forms and colors reflect on the wall, not many lamps do that.
I enjoy color photography now, it’s a new world :).
One of the good things about moving to the country your grandparents were born, is that you get to know were your family comes from. Last week I got to visit the town my granfather was born and raised, Premià de Mar. It’s right in front of the beach, located about half an hour away from Barcelona and it’s absolutely beautiful.
I went there with my parents and hubby. Mi dad actually lived there for some time and he took us to the street where he lived with his grandmother. He couldn’t remember exactly wich was their house but I was amazed as I’ve never seen a street like that before. all the houses are right next to one an another, with one huge door and a balcony on the the second floor.
The thing I liked the most were the doors. Every house has the same style, but every door is a complete new story. They are so big and beautiful I couldn’t resist to take a photo of each one.
As there was no one around I didn’t get the chance to ask about them, but I’m sure all the houses and their doors have great stories behind them. Blue, green, wood, white, fancy, old, modern, big and small this doors fascinated me. What could they have seen in all this years?
My favorite is the first one, the white one, with stone walls. Wich one do you like the best?