Hopping on my planets
This is the representation of what belongs to me.
They are all recounted with different materials.
Their functionality is to support photography as to externally emphasize what can’t be seen,
my most hidden sensations and perception of them.
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Mother.
My Mother, also understood as mother nature generates.
Symbolically, the two triangles represent the man upward and the woman downward.
These reflect the function this woman has had for me and my sisters.
A mother and at the same time a father.
Materials:
Silver bromide sea/land photographic print, emulsion spread on wood then assembled.
Mother.
My Mother, also understood as mother nature generates.
Symbolically, the two triangles represent the man upward and the woman downward.
These reflect the function this woman has had for me and my sisters.
A mother and at the same time a father.
Materials:
Silver bromide sea/land photographic print, emulsion spread on wood then assembled.
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Interweaving.
Wicker weaving.
It represents the intrinsic bond that belongs to me and my sisters.
The photographs are positioned between the weaves of the material and represent the moments that allowed us to bind each other.
Materials:
Photographic prints in b / w with silver salts from negative to colour,
from my family archive on polythene and baryta paper.
Wicker weaving was designed but not built by me.
Interweaving.
Wicker weaving.
It represents the intrinsic bond that belongs to me and my sisters.
The photographs are positioned between the weaves of the material and represent the moments that allowed us to bind each other.
Materials:
Photographic prints in b / w with silver salts from negative to colour,
from my family archive on polythene and baryta paper.
Wicker weaving was designed but not built by me.
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The embalmed man.
The memory of my grandfather, frozen in space-time.
Materials:
Colour photography from my family archive.
Wax gel, worked with heat to give it that shape.
The embalmed man.
The memory of my grandfather, frozen in space-time.
Materials:
Colour photography from my family archive.
Wax gel, worked with heat to give it that shape.
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The embalmed man.
The memory of my grandfather, frozen in space-time.
Materials:
Colour photography from my family archive.
Wax gel, worked with heat to give it that shape.
The memory of my grandfather, frozen in space-time.
Materials:
Colour photography from my family archive.
Wax gel, worked with heat to give it that shape.
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Father.
My father, who in his way to being is a muddy and constant presence, is personified by the light.
You have to see it from the bottom upwards, just like you usually look at your father as a kid, like a superhero.
Materials:
Photographic print on Kozo paper on a spherical lamp.
My father, who in his way to being is a muddy and constant presence, is personified by the light.
You have to see it from the bottom upwards, just like you usually look at your father as a kid, like a superhero.
Materials:
Photographic print on Kozo paper on a spherical lamp.
