Having married to a Galician woman, Spain has been a second home to me for the last decade. Photography has been my medium of understanding and connecting with this forever-foreign yet second motherland. Perhaps it’s in this gaze of half foot between the cultures, is what makes me to be obsessed with the little odd things in the ordinaries.
Monte Alto is where I live now. Once a notorious neighborhood in Galicia, North West region in Spain. Tales of bad ass Galician narcotics coexist with the faiths of pilgrimage on every journey of Camino de Santiago. This is Monte Alto, my hood. The photographs are made while the first phase of national lockdown during each exit of the house when I brought my dog out for his nature calls. I have shot naturally and intuitively, in an attempt to make sense of the non-senses.
