Marzo-Abril 2009 Madrid

Los colores de Madrid.

Madrid October 2008

La Noche en Blanco Madrid September 2008

La Noche en Blanco
A night when the city does not sleep.
All museums, theaters, galleries and important buildings and monument of Madrid are open all night and they are free. Lots of performances and installations throughout the city attract thousands of people. This year we had one and a half million people flooding the streets of Madrid and the atmosphere was magical.
Not having any traffic makes such a difference.......there is another view of the buildings, gardens, fountains and the feel of the city is unique.
I want more!.

Madrid September 2008

It is so easy to take all this for granted. Such a variety of environments so close to home.
That´s why I love having friends from Australia coming over to visit...I love the look on their faces when I take them for a walk around the "hood".
It reminds me of how I felt when I first came to Madrid.

I have been considering going back to Melbourne...... it will be so hard to leave all this..the history, the people, the sun!!
What I need and what I want......

Salamanca

Alba de Tormes

Summer in Madrid - Claustro de San Geronimo.

Last Monday evening I decided to go for a walk and capture the wonderful light of Madrid in August.
Most people go away and the traffic slows down....the colors are vibrant and clear and as the sun goes down a magic glow touches everything, softening things.
Near my place is El Prado Museum and behind it this beautiful old building which has been renovated and it is now part of the Museum.

Paris

Paris

Staying at Cite des Arts with Australian choreographer Clare Dyson. We did a performance together last Sunday called The Voyeur . It was about revealing aspects of ourselves we don´t normally reveal to people. The audience was the voyeur and could watch the show from outside our studio. They had the choice of listening to recorded texts, or listen to the music that was played for the general public.
They also had a pair of binoculars to have a closer look and read the text we wrote on our bodies.
The performance went for 30 minutes.



It was my first visit to Paris and as I revealed parts of myself to others this fantastic city slowly revealed itself to me. It would take a life time to get to know this rich and complex society well, but even a small taste has left its trace in me.

I am fascinated at how different cultures express themselves and create their own ways of doing things, from high artistic expressions to the mundane aspects of their lives.
One thing I loved about Parisians was the amount of people I saw, sitting alone, quietly reading, totally undisturbed.
A treat to the senses

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From extreme cold, to extreme heat.
Seasons come and go..
times flies....

The power of the Empire.
Gran Via Madrid.
Invaded by loud alcoholics at weekends celebrating....I don´t know WHAT!

Going around Madrid rediscovering places that once moved me. It is easy to ignore the beauty that lies before us and take it for granted.
It is important to take time to smell the roses in order to find the hidden beauty in our lives. It is there......

Obviously I am not a photographer...but I am a frustrated painter...These photos are a way to keep creativity in my life in some way.
I find images very powerful....when I was a choreographer I used to think dance was not enough to communicate what I wanted to say. I wish I had another form of training that would help me create strong and powerful visual metaphors....visual arts for example.

Now I take my little camera everywhere I go...Madrid is a fascinating place...full of contrasts, full of surprises .....a place where reality is bigger than fiction. Almodóvar does not exaggerate.

Chueca at night

Sol at sunset
abandoned construction site
The Urban Hotel

Madrid

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