Dunning-Kruger and the stories we tell ourselves
En movimiento sobre Eje Central, Centro Historico - Ciudad de Mexico.
After listening to a podcast on the Dunning-Kruger Effect —when an incompetent person is unaware of his own incompetence— I could not help but ask myself if I suffer from this cognitive inability to recognize my own incompetence when in comes to my photography. Many times I've asked myself —and still do— if my photography will ever measure up ; if I should just give up and seek something else I might be "good" at? But I couldn't get myself to do it if I came to a full realization of skills I might lack in this activity I enjoy so much since I was a child. I enjoy making images too much. I love stories and making photos is my way of capturing and sharing them.
Yes, I know I am just capturing the light of a given moment and how that moment is interpreted, or the story told, will be different from person to person, but it's a story nonetheless.
Interested in knowing more about the Dunning-Kruger Effect, check it out here.
Seeing...
This image was made in 2011 when I was exploring what seeing from difference perspectives does to a composition. In the process I was attempting to break a rut in creativity by shooting outside my comfort zone. This one involved protestors marching towards me while I set the DSLR on the floor.
Seeing is all about perspective and relative to where you stand. Two people can't see the same object from where they stand if one of them has his eyes closed or something obstructing their vision from a given angle.
An Oligarchal Tyranny?
Street labor in Mexico City.
Street labor in Mexico City. A literal illustration of what some are forced to make a living in Mexico.
I've been re-reading Robert D. Kaplan's Empire Wilderness in which the author describes what he believes the United States is transforming into: an interconnected globalised network of city states united and governed by concerns of economy and growth in which the poor are left behind while the better able move to suburban gaited communities isolating themselves from the "threatening and unsightly poor" while at the same time avoiding the moral obligation to be their brother's keeper. A picture that better outlines the socioeconomic divide in places like Brazil, Teheran, or even Mexico which the author describes as an oligarchal tyranny --a depiction I find hard to disagree with after having lived here for near 20 years. Be it the U.S.A., Brazil, or Mexico, what can be said of democracies that not only fail to provide for their most deprived citizens but simply don't care to?
August Splash
Playing and getting soaked at the Monumento A La Revolución in Mexico City.
Jugando y mojandose en la fuente ubicada en el Monumento A La Revolución Méxicana.
The summer heat has decided to come back with force since mid July of this year; it had been fairly, and unusually cool, until then. Above is an image that had been "incubating" on my hard drive since August of last year. Wow August, that's eight months into 2015 with the fall just around the corner. Enjoy what's left of the summer, folks.
Clowning Around
I ran into this guy while exiting the Nativitas Metro Station. He was getting off the VW and I just started taking photos of him while he was fixing his bag. He was OK with it. I waved goodbye and that was that.








