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El aumento del interés, el sesgo político, la carencia de escritura y reflexión, y su propio trabajo fotográfico son temas que se abordan en esta entrevista con María Teresa Boulton, una de las más sólidas investigadoras de la fotografía en Venezuela. Continúa leyendo María Teresa Boulton: «La fotografía es algo absolutamente emocional»
I´m a lunati. And I´m sad. Dangerously sad. Continúa leyendo Tell me about the moon
That work remained guarded, hidden from the public eye. Now, ten years later, I rescue him and reinterpret him with a political vision. The situation that Brazil is going through under the government of Jair Bolsonaro causes a greater strangeness than the way in which I captured the spaces of its capital, produces a greater deformation. But it is almost a universal deformation, if we situate ourselves in the realities that other societies are currently going through and especially those where I have lived, which are the ones that I can talk about: the Venezuelan, the Mexican and the Brazilian. It is a political pandemic that makes them sick, deteriorates, deforms them. In this work, through the use of the digital negative process and the collage technique, I show what this evil means to me. Continúa leyendo Political Pandemic
Maromas – Distant and exiled life in Mexico City / Urban light. Continúa leyendo Maromas
Women in CDMX also wear colors, such as the tombs and walls shattered by the abandonment of the Dolores Civil Pantheon and La Ola Water Park. But these colors are not enough to conjure the fear of harassment, kidnapping and murder. Women in CDMX also walk alone dressed in bright colors, but most are forced to follow an uncertain, insecure course, even if they bravely approach the street. Color does not save them, nor does religion. It does not save them entrusting themselves to their dead in November, nor to the Virgin of Guadalupe. They only have to be empowered since their establishment in self-defense groups. His path seems to be drawn to a cross, behind which he always seems to wait for a male figure to perpetrate violence. From the color of the graves and the joy that seems to invoke to give happiness to the dead, there is also the fragile happiness that accompanies women in Mexico City. «Semapolis» goes about that. They are images that trace a polysemic path to warn about that reality, or those realities that intermingle and overlap in the overwhelming chaos of this cosmopolitan city that celebrates its saints and their dead in every corner. Continúa leyendo Semápolis: abandonment, color and death in Mexico City
El Tirano busca su casa da la vuelta en la esquina pero no la encuentra no la ve necesita anteojos oscuros El Tirano deambula en la calle solitario luego del efecto de sus medidas la ciudad ha quedado baldía largas avenidas desoladas Las personas agotadas por el delirio elocuente del Tirano por la pesadez de su mirada torva por el lento avance de sus pasos grotescos llenos de envidia han abandonado la ciudad su búsqueda queda distante procuran lugares donde la voz del Tirano no alcance a pronunciar edictos o eructos de rabia El Tirano lo sabe siempre lo vio venir pero no le dio importancia El poder no se digiere con hojas de menta ni con platos finos ni con sonrisas de gente agradecida El poder siempre se atraganta y hay que pasarlo con gruesos tragos de whisky y densas inyecciones de sangre Sangre fresca o coagulada, tampoco importa lo que interesa es que brille y refleje la avidez en las pupilas del Tirano que se levanta por las noches y consume noticias como si fueran golosinas o saquitos de papas… Continúa leyendo El Tirano
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