{"id":4181,"date":"2025-12-31T19:15:08","date_gmt":"2025-12-31T18:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/monicariveiro.es\/?p=4181"},"modified":"2026-04-16T13:21:35","modified_gmt":"2026-04-16T11:21:35","slug":"el-universo-no-se-equivoca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/monicariveiro.es\/en\/el-universo-no-se-equivoca\/","title":{"rendered":"The universe doesn\u2019t make mistakes"},"content":{"rendered":"
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First encounter with photography<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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Nothing is random. Everything has a cause.<\/p>

The universe doesn\u2019t make mistakes (or at least that\u2019s what I like to believe, because otherwise\u2014what a mess).<\/p>

Sometimes I wonder whether destiny really exists. Whether we are born with an assigned mission. Whether there is something\u2014or someone\u2014leaving clues along our path, like breadcrumbs for professionally lost souls.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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It may sound crazy, but every now and then life puts a situation in your path that changes everything. A small gesture. An apparently innocent decision\u2026 and\u2014bam\u2014a 180-degree turn.<\/p>

I know quite a bit about that.<\/p>

My life has basically been a series of forks in the road. And every path I chose\u2014or accepted without thinking too much\u2014became a turning point.\u00a0<\/p>

Some hit me like a raging cyclone. Others swept over me with gentle affection.\u00a0<\/p>

One of them happened when I was in high school.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Discovering Creative Solitude<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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I wasn\u2019t a bad science student, but I wasn\u2019t brilliant either. Let\u2019s just say I got by with dignity.\u00a0<\/p>

That day, a friend suggested that I join her for a black-and-white photography workshop. The schedule worked for me, and I have always enjoyed trying new things.<\/p>

I agreed without any expectations. After all, what could go wrong?<\/p>

I had never been good at crafts. Or drawing. Or anything that remotely sounded like \u2018creative.\u2019 I was sure that wasn\u2019t my thing (spoiler: I was wrong).<\/p>

That workshop felt like opening a window and breathing fresh air for the first time. From the very first moment. From the exact instant they placed a black-and-white roll in my hand and I loaded it into a simple camera that belonged to my father\u2026 without asking for his permission.<\/p>

Creativity sometimes starts with small domestic crimes.\u00a0<\/p>

It wasn\u2019t the first time I\u2019d taken photos. I enjoyed bringing the camera on mountain trips with my friends. But this was something else. Another level. I had to do everything myself: from loading the roll of film, framing, shooting, developing, to making prints.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Magic<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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Going out to take photos after just a few basic lessons was thrilling. But stepping into the darkroom\u2026 that was a game-changer.<\/p>

Watching the image gradually appear in the developing tray was my real turning point. I had taken those photographs. and now I was making them come to life.\u00a0<\/p>

I didn\u2019t want to stop. I didn\u2019t want it to be over. And it wasn\u2019t.<\/p>

That makeshift darkroom at school moved to my parents\u2019 bathroom. Every time it became a laboratory, that space felt sacred every time it turned into a darkroom.\u00a0<\/p>

I had finally found something I truly enjoyed. And, to my surprise, I was good at it.\u00a0<\/p>

What a thrill.<\/p>

I also discovered something unexpected: I loved going out alone to photograph my city. Alone. Quietly. without needing to justify myself.\u00a0<\/p>

I learned to embrace solitude. To engage all my senses in what I was doing. To remain fully present.\u00a0<\/p>

Without realizing it, I was already training something that would take me years to understand.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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The creative loop: filling and emptying<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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And\u2026 what captivated me about photography?<\/p>

Several things.<\/p>

Telling stories in my own way. Being able to stop time. Knowing that each image is unique and unrepeatable.<\/p>

Each image fills me. Editing empties me. And then, the cycle begins again.<\/p>

It\u2019s a perfect loop (or a little creative addiction).\u00a0<\/p>

Editing allows me to shape the story, give it meaning, and reinterpret the moment.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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The professional crossroads<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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And without realizing it, the road split once more. Professional Photography<\/a> <\/strong>knocked on my door.\u00a0<\/p>

I embraced it with curiosity, enthusiasm, and responsibility. For more than twenty years, I gave everything I had. Professionalism and doing my best were always my goals.\u00a0<\/p>

But something began to fall out of balance.<\/p>

Professional photography came to occupy nearly all my time, while that other photography\u2014more personal, artistic, and honest\u2014only appeared from time to time.\u00a0<\/p>

Not enough.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Dwelling in the threshold: photography between dreams and reality<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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After twenty years, another turning point arrived: leaving everything behind, starting from scratch, and returning to a more intimate form of photography.<\/a>.<\/p>

A type of photography that, without me realizing it, was a search for myself.<\/p>

It wasn\u2019t intentional. Nor premeditated. It simply happened.\u00a0<\/p>

As I studied my own images closely, I began to notice codes, patterns, and silences.<\/p>

Photographs that spoke to me about things I still didn\u2019t know how to articulate. Until I understood something essential: My photography exists on a threshold.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>

A space between dreams and reality. A realm of pause, attentive listening, and silences beyond explanation.\u00a0<\/p>

It was here that I discovered my passion for photography between dreams and reality<\/strong>: a place where each image allows me to explore, feel, and communicate without the need for words.\u00a0<\/p>

The camera and lens don\u2019t matter to me.<\/p>

Those discussions bore me senseless.\u00a0<\/p>

I care about freezing time with a click and then conversing with that instant. Lingering in that undefined space where something resonates, even if I cannot yet put it into words.\u00a0<\/p>

Every photograph is a self-portrait. We watch the world, unaware that we are watching ourselves in the process.<\/p>

That threshold teaches us to pause, observe, feel, smell, remember, and imagine.\u00a0<\/p>

It\u2019s memory. It\u2019s learning.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Learning a new language<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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And yes, one can discover very surprising things about oneself.\u00a0<\/p>

The journey from that first black-and-white workshop to today has been long, winding, complex, and, luckily, enjoyable. Like relearning to speak. To read. To understand a new language.\u00a0<\/p>

And that learning never ends.\u00a0<\/p>

What might have happened had photography never come into my life?<\/p>

I don\u2019t know. I never will.<\/p>

Yet I continue to believe that nothing happens by chance. Everything has a cause.<\/p>

And from that very first roll of film to the present, I\u2019ve learned to linger in that in-between space. On the threshold.<\/p>

Where the universe, at least in this, didn\u2019t make a mistake.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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