Taxco, Mexico - March 2015 I found all these images difficult to edit… to process through. Mainly, b
Taxco, Mexico - March 2015 I found all these images difficult to edit… to process through. Mainly, because it was almost painful to re-visit, the dull achey kind of pain when your heart misses something. I was born in Mexico to American parents. We had a brief 3 years in Spain & Switzerland but until I was 16, Mexico was home. It was what I knew. The culture, the city buses, riding the metro to my friends house at 14 years old, the corner store. It was all apart of me. When I moved to Oregon to go to boarding school, I never imagined that I would never go “home” again. Last March, was the first time I had returned to Mexico since I left at 16 & I had returned a 32 year old woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off the country side, the people, the scenes. My ears soaked up the chorus of spanish voices around me. The bittersweetness of the trip was one that was hard to really wrap my brain around. Oregon is home now. But yet, returning from this trip was more dificult than I could’ve imagined. I don’t share a lot images much these days. I still shoot, 3-4 times a week. Still practicing the craft. Yet, for me I want more grit & soul behind my images. And until I can find a voice worth sharing most of my daily work will stay on digital libraries. When I speak, I want to have something worth saying. For me these images of Mexico speak a bit of my heart. Next share will be images from Colombia. Thanks for listening <3 -- source link
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