LINEAS DE ORIGEN

Ever since I developed a fear of flying, taking photos from the airplane window has become a kind of therapy. In those moments when my body tenses and my mind switches into alert mode, looking through the camera helps me breathe. Photographing becomes an act of balance: a way to bring order into the vertigo, to transform anxiety into contemplation.

From the air, the earth becomes something else, an abstraction. Mountains turn into folds, rivers into seams, highways into scars crossing a living skin. The landscape stops being geography and becomes texture, color, rhythm. Each photograph is born from that space between fear and fascination.

The noise present in the images is not a flaw but an aesthetic choice. That texture, reminiscent of analog photography, intensifies the feeling of abstraction and adds a layer of imperfection that humanizes the distance. As if every grain of noise held within it the vibration of the flight, the tremor, and the held breath.

From above, the earth breathes. And with it, so do I.