I wasn’t sure about it at first, things had lead me here, I can watch it stretch back to a dot on the horizon where it burst again and unfolds into that memory that had been created. My hands where moist as each story, each piece of me was placed on this ancient wall, on a cobble stone street in Casco Viejo Bilbao.
I had worked in a kitchen here, learning how to finely chop chives so that the knife doesn’t make a sound, learning to paint plates with thin lines of balsamic vinegar reduction, what “venge” and “vale” and “vamos” means and the combinations there of. How to pour cidra from above my head onto the the rim of a thin glass, oxidizing it and giving it the zing it needs before passing it around to a group of friends.
As life goes you are born with out fear and accepting and trusting of all that comes your way. I arrived in Bilbao as such with my arms open and was received into a home, where I learned those things that are taught through demonstration. I built relationships, and worked as I said, filtering through and finding what it is that I want and need. I showed some of my photos to my friends here as I have before, we talked about what I could do with them, what I could do to make some money while I was here. Through their encouragement and support, I printed 18 8″ x 10″ and 20 3″ x 5″ photos. Together we matted them on paper and took them to the street to sell, I don’t live in a place long enough to have a show in a gallery in a building, or to have a job to work as a photographer with a studio, this matched my life and for that it made me anxious. But as we started putting up the photos people started to gather to see…..
Venice Italy (Rialto Bridge)
Moto Di Lovencia Italy
Katabatik Sierra Nevadas of California
San Francisco U.S.A
Weimar Germany (UNESCO Site, Johann Sebastian Bach’s House)
Bilbao Baque Country (Gugenheim Museum)
Bilbao Basque Country