Bidireccional

30/03/2026

Conoce toda la actualidad de la provincia de Almería a través del blog de la Diputación de Almería.http://blog.dipalme.org/

21/01/2026

Bodies search for a pair the way a hand searches for a wall in the dark…slowly, instinctively, with an accuracy born from need. Not a “match,” not a solution, but a second surface: something that answers. A presence that returns the body to itself. In this composition, pairing is not romance; it is physics. A body against a stone wall, carrying its own weight like a question. A vertical wound in the image: an opening, a seam, a fissure: suggesting that every landscape has a place where it could split and still hold. A face lowered into patterned light, as if the world were trying to read the skin the way weather reads a cliff: with repetition, with pressure, with time.

To search for a pair is to search for a mirror that doesn’t flatter. A reflection that tells the truth without punishing it. Sometimes the pair is another body blurred, warm, almost indistinguishable from the air around it: two figures folding into each other to become less alone, to become a single shelter. Sometimes the pair is not human at all: it is a ruin on sand, a fragile structure built from what was available, proof that even abandonment can be arranged into a temporary home. Reflection appears here as a discipline. The body looks for itself in surfaces that resist: concrete, night, dust, the hard edge of a threshold. It searches for a place where it can be seen without being exposed, held without being owned. The pair is not always found. Sometimes only the echo arrives: the residue of touch, the afterimage of someone who stood there before. And yet the search continues, because the body knows something the mind forgets: connection is a basic function, like breath. Like light returning. Like the quiet insistence of two forms, close enough to share warmth, refusing to disappear.

21/01/2026

A flower on the floor of the room, a Pacific sea flower on the floor, on the floor a white flower, a flower I cultivate in my chest, a white flower. White, white, leaden, a flower on the floor. A white flower on the floor. A white flower, Pacific-sea white, salt-white, bone-white, milk-white, leaden white. A flower on the floor of the room, on the floor of the world, on the floor of my ribs. A white flower I cultivate in my chest (white, white, white) until the petals feel like breath and the breath feels like petal.

I look at it and my body hurts. My body hurts from seeing it: the bright insistence, the quiet cruelty of its purity, the way it refuses to explain itself. A white flower on the floor and the floor becomes a sentence I cannot finish. White on white, and still it cuts. It hurts my wrists, my neck, the soft hinge behind my knees. It hurts as if the flower were a small lamp placed too close to the nerves. It hurts as if light could bruise.

White flower, white flower, white flower again. I say it until language becomes texture. I say it until the word “white” turns heavy, turns metallic, turns leaden, turns into a weight I carry from room to room. A flower on the floor, and I am kneeling without kneeling. A flower on the floor, and I am praying without prayer.

And then,José Martí. Martí like a thread pulled through the chest. Martí like a match struck in a dark pocket. Thinking of Martí, my soul becomes lighter, lighter, not because the world becomes easy, but...

16/12/2025

05/12/2025

🎥 Seguir creciendo… y disfrutándolo muchísimo.

Llevar una Steady no es solo una cuestión técnica: es un equilibrio entre cuerpo, máquina e intuición. Es moverse con la historia, sentir el ritmo del plano y confiar en que cada paso suma a la emoción que queremos contar.

Me siento muy agradecida por los proyectos que me retan, por los equipos que confían en mí y por este aprendizaje constante que es la cinematografía. Pocas cosas me hacen tan feliz como estar en set, conectada al movimiento, a la escena y al corazón de lo que estamos creando.

Que vengan más planos que se guían por el pulso… y se sostienen por pura pasión. ✨
Seguimos. 🚀



Foto: Leila https://www.instagram.com/leilaphotographermarbella?igsh=NHdlbTM3djA3dTR3

22/11/2025

https://www.instagram.com/p/DRU0Ri6DPNO/?img_index=4&igsh=Y3E0ZGcxaTgxdWxm

15/10/2025

https://www.extradigital.es/macarena-garcia-y-nacho-vigalondo-premios-del-24o-festival-de-benalmadena-andalucia/