Like 50 years ago

My grandparents bedroom in the Iturrikoa house. Then my mother's. Now my sister's. She has moved the beds to the other side of the room. Iturrikoa, Munitibar.

Iturrikoa

During seclusion we weren't allowed to go out of SS for three months. I hadn't anyway been in Munitibar for a year - or more - before. Not even once. Now I have visited the place three week in a row.

The same look through the same window of the bedroom of my childhood summers in my grandparents house in Munitibar.

La famiglia

Munitibar 2019

Life to Life

Since I started Pencil&Box in 2010 I have had two new jobs, thrilling moments and bad ones too, and an attempt in a venture with friends - only the friends to be kept finally, not a bad thing at all. In retrospect that was to be my last professional try. I am sixty already, just. And like the name of the last failed go, it has been a Life to Life try on dreaming and survival, good that it ended, proud to have lived it, ja, I know I could have made more and better, I did my best. So the time has arrived to become a professional artist and photographer :-)

In the hilly road between Urnieta and Lasarte