It has taken me years to fully unwrap myself from the mold of illusion. I have allowed myself to wither from nourishment and to begin feasting on my flesh until it is no more. I am completely and utterly raw, bones and energy; raw energy that encircles and engulfs the reality around me. I have now taken the time to remove the lenses and to peer into the soul of myself ourselves. I have taken the time to journey from the exterior world around me; allowing me to perceive the “viewpoint” of the masses.
In this photo series, Blue Velvet, Raqual explores the personality of her subject as she discovers the truth of her true self:
In my photos there’s a girl in a stylish outfit surrounded by what stands of a ruined house. Our home is our micro cosmos and it reflects our personality and experiences so my protagonist appears apparently strong and like everything is okay despite her entire world is decaying, by means of her physical appearance she pretends everything in her life is perfect when is not. Her life is ruined but she resists.
Raquel is an English philologist, high school teacher, curious, attracted by intimate scenes photographer. Always restless and dreamy, she found in photography the door peephole to discover others and herself. She feels passion towards suggestive shapes, lights, shadows, bodies and bright colours that stimulate our senses, invite us to imagine that intimacy or hidden, secret part of life we only let to “our chosen”, and which is not always something to be proud of. Her characters are usually mysterious women communicating by means of body language, even their outfits. She can be found on her Instagram and Facebook.
It was my fault. Mama always said, “Don’t leave the baby alone. Night time is pretty to look at, but don’t you go out and leave that baby alone.” I ain’t know why I always had to watch after her, but when Mama made a rule, I followed it.
There was a party in town for the Mayor’s birthday. Big Sir took Mama with him cuz she’s so pretty and he likes to show her off. She could pass for one of them Creole ladies if she made her lips red and combed out her fluffs. I couldn’t go to parties cuz I was too little and “too nappy”. I ain’t wanna go no way cuz it was a pretty night and I wanted to go look at the moon dance with the swamp.
I know I wasn’t sposed to leave the baby. But the baby was fine. She was sleepin’ so good cuz the breeze was blowin’ the chimes against the hangin’ tree, makin’ a nice noise to sleep to. She was gon’ be fine.