I've always been given something to think about the boundaries, the lines, the clash of the two sides. In the case of the photo, the box separating Ageria and EzAgeria is the security agency at the front of the map. Those lines, the divides become constants within us,… in a check-point in which we are immersed and of what we own. Who do we let go of the agency?

The photographer has some power. To those square territories, the power to take the step to enter our world (simple, no doubt). What we sometimes give for ourselves and, depending on each other’s commitment, we sometimes sell to media, agencies or other bosses the authorization to manage that limited space.

A photo always ends somewhere, that is, as the physical limit of the human gaze, is clear in the photo; the border is the main protagonist of the brick. Outside the border, periphery and exile.

The photographer has, therefore, a judgment of the world in all the photos and a responsibility with it inexorable. Think about what it teaches you, think about what has left you out of the box.

In this blog, through my photos and those of others, I will talk about framing, exiles, countries of the periphery, projects, etc., that is, my free territory. I don't put iron in the door, you're welcome.

“…And everyone is our people if it is ours.” (Sarrionandia)