Processing an image can be frustrating sometimes ... because it's mainly a search, not knowing very well of what. Perhaps of certain colors, some pasted/pasty zones or highlighted areas that best adapt to the feeling or the idea of that moment. There're some compositions that once finished, I like them immediately and others that leave me with a certain uncertainty and maybe this is one of them ... anyway, I do not like to always do the same, always using the same colors or the same formula, That is due to my restless spirit.

For me, photography is a way of experimentation, of constant challenges ... there're other people who put it this way: "look how well I can make!", I do not ... it's not my way of being, nor my style; I present it to others, by proposing: "look!, this is how I feel, look! this is my inside, look at this! it's what hurts me ..."

I have frozen memories, every day they freeze a little more. It's not my fault, it is life itself...

Frozen path. All my love, all my kisses... frozen memories.

Iced heart. Life goes on...