how did you get interested in photography?
i remember i was about eight when i became really fascinated with nature and all the beautiful rollings hills and orchards back home in vinales. i wanted a way to remember them, so i'd take pictures to keep that memory alive. then my abuelo bought me my first camera a couple years later because i kept taking his, which was funny to me but he didn't find it very funny! he'd sit it down somewhere and then it would disappear. he thought he was going crazy! but from there, i've never really been able to put a camera down. over time, i kind of found a love through visual storytelling, how to capture a story into a single shot instead of an entire film. i wanted to spark an emotion at first sight.

where do you get your creative inspiration from?
i love reading about themes and symbols in books and art, and in music. a theme i always explore is darkness and beauty, so a lot of my inspiration is drawn to the dark side, you could say. i'm inspired a lot by films like pan's labryinth and different genres of poetry. my dreams have always been one of my biggest inspirations. ever since i was little, i've had very vivid dreams and i love to remember them, to sort of pay homage to my subconcious thoughts before i forget them. can you tell i have a lot of nightmares?

 where is your photography going? has your acting career made an impact on your art and photography? i'm actually writing a novel and a little book of poetry at the moment. it's been slow moving, but i want to share my experiences and in turn, make my photography more autobiographical. i think i've been inside my head too long, but i want to dive deeper into my own psyche and put that on display. the idea of it scares me, but i love encouraging vulnerability and feeling connected to my art in a deep and personal way... want to know more about stasya? read the rest of her interview here.

"choice"

i'd rather have the thought of you to hold against my heart, my spirit to be taught of you with west winds blowing, than all the warm caresses of another love's bestowing, or all the glories of the world In which you had no part. i'd rather have the theme of you to thread my nights and days, i'd rather have the dream of you With faint stars glowing, i'd rather have the want of you, the rich, elusive taunt of you forever and forever and forever unconfessed than claim the alien comfort of any other's breast. i'd rather have the theme of you to thread my nights and days, i'd rather have the dream of you With faint stars glowing, i'd rather have the want of you, the rich, elusive taunt of you forever and forever and forever unconfessed than claim the alien comfort of any other's breast. -angela morgan

"love"
in gardens of blossoming flowers i ache from the perfumes of spring. i have forgotten your face, i no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? because of you, i love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. i have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; i have forgotten your eyes. like a flower to its perfume, i am bound to my vague memory of you. i live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. i have forgotten your love, yet i seem to glimpse you in every window. because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, i again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects. -pablo neruda