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Hace unos días encontré unas fotos de mi abuela cuando era joven.

Son unas fotos preciosas, me encantaba ver a mi abuela en su pueblo, ver como era su vida…
Estoy seguro de que si hubiera vivido en ese momento nos habríamos hecho amigos. Empecé a pensar en cómo sería eso, vivir con ella en ese momento, así que para tener una idea más clara comencé a pintarlos digitalmente, colorearlos. Tampoco pretendía que fueran realistas, me gustaba como quedaban con ese toque de falsedad, de imaginación. Tu cerebro trata de imaginar los colores pero no llegas a verlos.


A few days ago I found some pictures of my grandma when she was young.

They are beautiful photos, I loved seeing my grandmother in her town, seeing how her life was …
I am sure that if I had lived at that time we would have become friends. I started to think about what that would be like, to live with her at that time, so to have a clearer idea I started to paint them digitally, color them. Nor did I intend for them to be realistic, I liked how they were with that touch of falsehood, of imagination. Your brain tries to imagine the colors but you don’t get to see them.