“The “I” is detestable” said once the french poet Arthur Rimbaud. Some years before, the danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard mentioned that he was never able to forget himself, not even while sleeping. “I can abstract myself from everything but myself.” Defect? Virtue? I do not know. In the “I” desires make themselves manifest, virtues are cultivated and errors are redressed. At least part of the life force finds its roots in the “I” which uses it for self preservation. Personally I must say that it is really difficult to talk about me, because I do not pretend to give the impression that I am fascinated with myself.

My relation with Photography begins in 1991, while I was a student at the Anáhuac University in Mexico City. Since this moment Photography became very special for me. The images I took let me transport back in time to moments I wanted to recall. That was the moment when I discovered that Photography means Instant and Eternity at the same time.

The most of my pictures are firmly rooted in the landscapes of our planet. I take pictures of the Nature because I believe in it. I am seduce by its beauty. I can spend hours flying above the white peaks of the Brooks Range in Alaska. I would love to lose myself in the delicate, everlasting beauty of a forest in Colorado. The American desert takes my breath away. And I could bury myself forever and ever in the lime-green clarity of the Caribbean.