Although she was born in Villablino 31 years ago, Cristina Velasco's roots sink into the Alto Sil and that desire for origin sums up her work. Her mother and father of Palacios de Valseco grew up in the fire of a Bilbao kitchen, the guts of the chorizos, the spider, the smell of wet earth and the tizna of coal. And all that is felt in her photographs, which immortalize rural daily life, the simple life, the most chaste party, the emotion of the …
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Although she was born in Villablino 31 years ago, Cristina Velasco's roots sink into the Alto Sil and that desire for origin sums up her work. Her mother and father of Palacios de Valseco grew up in the fire of a Bilbao kitchen, the guts of the chorizos, the spider, the smell of wet earth and the tizna of coal. And all that is felt in her photographs, which immortalize rural daily life, the simple life, the most chaste party, the emotion of the …