Dancing by Joaquín Alonso Arellano Ramírez
Since a long time ago I wanted to experiment with smoke, but I didn't have any idea how start and less how obtain a color smoke, after a not successful research I decided to discover by myself how to do that and after a few tests... Hallelujah!!…
Salt on the Skin
The air near the edge of the world tastes of crushed shells and cold, biting salt. It is a sharp, metallic tang that settles at the back of the throat, reminding the lungs of their own fragility. I remember the feeling of wet sand pulling at…
Weightless Against the Stone
We spend our lives tethered. To the earth, to our names, to the heavy stone of the buildings we raise to house our ambitions. We build walls to keep the wind out, forgetting that the wind is the only thing that truly moves us. There is a strange…