Every night, before going to sleep, I hose down the inside of my brain, so that I sleep like a baby. This method wasn’t prescribed to me by any strange doctor, I invented it myself when I was young as a formula for mental hygiene.
I sincerely believe that happiness is the greatest gift we can give ourselves when faced with our mortal destiny. I choose photography, one of the most intense ways to look at and experience daily life. Taking photographs is also a great way to interact with people and for me, as someone as sociable as he is optimistic, this interaction with living creatures is something as necessary as breathing; but it must be a positive interaction. And here is where it is possible to see the aspects of life that fascinate me most, those which we reserve solely for searching for that fragile goal called happiness: physical and mental spaces of leisure understood as life-affirming realms, far removed from the drudgery of wage slave effort and sacrifice.
I think my way of looking has gone from surprise, irony or celebration to a contented acceptance of the manifestations of others, less and less judging, less and less reciprocal, and more and more mature.
Nicetomeetyou.
Near Barcelona I.
The Void that Contains Us
The outer fringe of the city gives the exact measure of the price we pay for concentrating the satisfaction of our needs and our desires. At its boundaries the city reveals itself; like the wall of a cell, this skin protects and (unequally) admits sustenance to those who live inside it, but at the same time this wall is itself inhabited by a class of interstitial human beings who are the real subject of my project: suppliers, semi-urban farmers, prostitutes, practitioners of strange leisure pursuits, the uprooted, the wandering, cops, rubbish dumpers, car washers… beings that are unable or unwilling to escape the field of attraction, yet are not entirely within it. These are the beings we fleetingly glimpse when our comings and goings in our safe cars allow us to perceive the scars of a landscape where both the city and the country disappear; uncertain scenarios that expose the cruelty of a breakneck productive culture that invents uninhabitable spaces that are nonetheless lived in.
Near Barcelona II.
The Void that Contains Us
The outer fringe of the city gives the exact measure of the price we pay for concentrating the satisfaction of our needs and our desires. At its boundaries the city reveals itself; like the wall of a cell, this skin protects and (unequally) admits sustenance to those who live inside it, but at the same time this wall is itself inhabited by a class of interstitial human beings who are the real subject of my project: suppliers, semi-urban farmers, prostitutes, practitioners of strange leisure pursuits, the uprooted, the wandering, cops, rubbish dumpers, car washers… beings that are unable or unwilling to escape the field of attraction, yet are not entirely within it. These are the beings we fleetingly glimpse when our comings and goings in our safe cars allow us to perceive the scars of a landscape where both the city and the country disappear; uncertain scenarios that expose the cruelty of a breakneck productive culture that invents uninhabitable spaces that are nonetheless lived in.
I love my car.
Spanish hits.
A sea of cement.
This is a journey through the Spanish Mediterranean coast, from Costa Brava to Tarifa, stopping at those places where the real state fever has transformed small fisherman villages into cities beach-party-metropolis.
The main assets of these our cultural hits are beach and sun. Lloret, Salou, Oropesa, Benidorm, Torremolinos, Marbella… are some of these dumps of people were entires families enjoy their leisures in a brief sand lot trapped between the sea and cpncrete.
Sunday.
Camping.
Meating.
Neverland.
When my son was born I was afraid of not loving him. I knew I loved him in the delibery room.
The doctor was holding him, and I was afraid he´d drop him.I later knew I´d love him forever, such a long word that soon turned out short. It was short when I wiped him and cared for him and he looked so helpless to me. In those moments I knew that in a distant future, too distant for me, my little baby would be helpless again, and that I wouldn´t live to take care of him.
