The aura we are able to perceive here on a simple trip to Costa Rica is extraordinary.
It strikes me as an atemporal process, a self-identification with a familiar place.
I grew up in the Canary Islands, but I realize now that my greatest learning experiences and progress as a self-aware artist have occurred while abroad.
For this reason, every-time I am an intruder at a location that reminds me of the landscape I grew up with, I tend to create a stronger connection.
The calm, the beautiful parsimony, the living earth, the naughty character, the green and the blue.
The place follows the order of the state of nature; the society is just an excuse of the group, an obvious necessity.
Most of these pictures were taken on the road, as we moved from town to town.
There are no firm portraits or limits in the framings, each image is a continuation of many others expressing the vibrant temperament of the wildness and the potentiality of the scenery that embraces its inhabitants.
Another particularity from these photographs is the convergence of the dirty mechanics of the cars and the motorbikes in harmony –as far as we know– with the circulation of water and the growing green.
It almost feels natural as they establish an easier patron to connect with the soundscape of the places.
It becomes frustrating when you try to clean the scope of your hearing when you are in a natural environment as it is difficult to ignore other voices or the road very closely.
Nevertheless, these are just comments on the pieces of a puzzle that will never be finished, as we represent the moment but never capture it.
What I really captured was Emma and Dani who never left home without me.
About the Article
A subjective photographic study of life in rustic Costa Rica.