Ferris wheel by the sea at night, lit by a flash of lightning

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Azul Perenne

A creative refuge for those who seek meaning in the invisible and the visible…

Nature is not only green, it is also blue…

Butterfly hand-drawn by Camila

What I do

The bridge between all the currents

Gatherings, workshops, journeys and collaborations with local people and communities.

✶Imaginary click✶

i like to inhabit the boiling point, the divine braid full of spark, serpentine lights and the imperfection of the yet-to-be-finished.

my photos are flashes, proof of those beautiful deaths inside and outside of our inner selves.

My artistic, visual vision

Imaginario

✶ no photograph has been edited ✶

Sunset at sea Ferris wheel by the sea with a red light leak Sky reflected in the water Woman eating ice cream in the street Yellow flowers against the sky River with colored lights Couple in silhouette, double exposure Lake with a red light leak Person sitting on the beach Night in the city Palm tree in double exposure Concert with stage lights Sunset at sea Ferris wheel by the sea with a red light leak Sky reflected in the water Woman eating ice cream in the street Yellow flowers against the sky River with colored lights Couple in silhouette, double exposure Lake with a red light leak Person sitting on the beach Night in the city Palm tree in double exposure Concert with stage lights
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Three currents

A journey to learn from those who inhabit each place. What I find comes back here.

Balcony facing the sea at sunset

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Logbook

A gathering of stories: territory and community. The art behind the art.

Tree trunk seen from below with a burst of sun

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Movement

Body and support. The body is the path.

Hand reaching over a stream

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Crisalia Ediciones

Symbolic language, for reading between the lines.

If you don't understand what I'm saying…

Congratulations!

Make yourself at home.

What is this? ✷
Yellow flowers against the sky

About Azul and who is behind it…

I'm Camila.

sometimes alone, never without me.

I am an apprentice of art and movement. I learn local art to build my wandering press.

Perennial is what passes through the years.

Patience in the lake —silence—. Drop by drop, it makes its way toward the sky… which was always its kingdom (…) until it becomes cloud water, spongy… juicy… panting in that purpose for which it chose to be born.

Azul.

Immense clouds over an open road

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The Kit Perenne

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