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.




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miércoles 23 de febrero de 2011

-El Maestro y Nagual Fausto Meditando-



  In nature, I recognised this noble and enigmatic creature as the Prince of the Forest.  
Loved and respected by the ones who knew him, he will be remembered as a magical being, a Maestro of consciousness.  The black spirit animal continues to cross the bridge between life and death. His vehicle; his beautiful black gazehound body, rests in the bird sanctuary of Sauvie Island, a place where he spent time, in tune with the creatures who live there.  He observed and listened to every detail; moving graciously his black swan-like neck to listen to the frogs or a singing bird. Serene, he would contemplate the water striders floating on the pristine surface and the tiny fish swimming under his legs.  
In the immense temple of nature, Fausto, as we called him, would come out of the urban lethargy to become the awakened one, the guardian of the doors of knowledge. He was able to guide the restless soul from one shore to the other.  His memory and teachings will always be honoured. Fausto was the platonic definition of poetry: an ontological, winged, sacred being.