TRAVELS & JOURNEYS
BY SABRINA GUITART


Sabrina Guitart, is a Franco-Spanish photographer, independent filmmaker, poet and free-lance writer. She currently lives in Portland, OR.



Our life is a journey... Traveling within your own region or in far away places; outward or inward; moving, so we don't expire, so we  encounter the flow and harmony of life that is a search and not a shelter. I know that as long as I maintain a thirst for life, the multidimensional layers, often times buried underneath a more approachable reality, will keep revealing themselves. As long as the wonderer in us keeps awake, we can cultivate our senses to a place where purity and magic dance.


Through photography I linger in a suspended moment in time where I can reach what is behind the apparent. The human landscape intrigues me. From the spontaneous grace of the young, to the stoic ancient faces of the wise. I am pulled by the whole naturalness of the child as much as from the sculpted faces that reflect experience of life. 


Black & White photography, is another form of expression where I find the poetic, sensual and ancestral imagery that reveals the delicate material that the reverie of life is made of.  

If the windows of the soul are open, if the precious gesture occurs , we can find the threshold to a bare honest expression that manifests the sentiment of being alive, that arises the consciousness and wakes up the asleep.




http://sabrinaguitart.blogspot.com

sgitane@gmail.com

646-463-9138




viernes 4 de febrero de 2011

-La Viejita y su Nagual- España



So much to learn from the octogenarians, Lola, Maria,  Saturnino; their presence is so valuable in society, their voices, their gestures, are the echo of knowledge.  

An ancestral bond of the human with their animal spirit manifested through them. Such a natural sense of reality and beauty when two souls in different forms, meet in their mutual love and care.





1 comments:

Anónimo dijo...

Mi hermosa y confusa amiga: ¿Puedo arrojar un poco de luz contra tí, aun a riesgo de herirte en los ojos? Si me lo permites, lanzaré contra el romanticismo unas cuantas porciones de realidad, tan compactas y contundentes como sólo la realidad logra ser. Necesito tu autorización expresa; hay pupilas que soportan la claridad, pero otras están hechas únicamente a la penumbra. Si aceptas, basta con que respondas: Sea.