Ravages
2014 - 2020
Sizes: 80 x 120 cm
Every night, around midnight, I arrive at the theater and set up my camera and tripod on the set. There are no actors, no audience. The stage is strewn with debris, the remains of the play that has just ended. I can still hear the echo of voices, the trace of gestures, the shadow of the action. Everything has already happened and yet "it" still pulsates. The directors gave me fifteen minutes to take pictures, I had to be quick. My eye finds its way through this chaos, exploded into a myriad of disjointed, worn, broken - sometimes bloody - objects. I feel like a detective searching for invisible and hidden clues. I pull the trigger before I can reassemble the threads that connect the characters and the meaning of the piece. What I have to capture is this mystery: the after-scene, played out and buried in the falling darkness.
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Hellish miracles
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Raincheck
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Stealthy Presence
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Mother Courage
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Abandoned Scene
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The impossible House
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Turn away
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Pedestal
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In the Heart of Untruth
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Ravages
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Winning Trio
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Subjectivity without Respite
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Failure & Success
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Carnival Outbreak
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Waiting without desire
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And they are still dancing
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Merrymakers
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The end of a killer's life
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Extreme Promise
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Post-Melancholia
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Mirage Bedroom
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Walk the Talk
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Rubbish Forest
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Magician
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The Imagined Future
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Laughing Fits and Cold Sweats
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The Graves Maid
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Blacklisted Museum
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Heavenly murders
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Games of Power
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Imminence
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Reversed Chimeras
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Her Home
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Resounding Cavalcade
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Between two Tempests
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Deliquescences
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Surveillance,60x90cm
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Forgotten mischief
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Audacity
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A las seis de la tarde
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Demantibulated Sadness
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Perched Vanities
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Scattered cries
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The Tragedy of this Story
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Charade,60x90cm
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Deep down in the shady Garden
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Ageless Scenery
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Last fight
Every night, around midnight, I arrive at the theater and set up my camera and tripod on the set. There are no actors, no audience. The stage is strewn with debris, the remains of the play that has just ended. I can still hear the echo of voices, the trace of gestures, the shadow of the action. Everything has already happened and yet "it" still pulsates. The directors gave me fifteen minutes to take pictures, I had to be quick. My eye finds its way through this chaos, exploded into a myriad of disjointed, worn, broken - sometimes bloody - objects. I feel like a detective searching for invisible and hidden clues. I pull the trigger before I can reassemble the threads that connect the characters and the meaning of the piece. What I have to capture is this mystery: the after-scene, played out and buried in the falling darkness.

Hellish miracles

Raincheck

Stealthy Presence

Mother Courage

Abandoned Scene

The impossible House

Turn away

Pedestal

In the Heart of Untruth

Ravages

Winning Trio

Subjectivity without Respite

Failure & Success

Carnival Outbreak

Waiting without desire

And they are still dancing

Merrymakers

The end of a killer's life

Extreme Promise

Post-Melancholia

Mirage Bedroom

Walk the Talk

Rubbish Forest

Magician

The Imagined Future

Laughing Fits and Cold Sweats

The Graves Maid

Blacklisted Museum

Heavenly murders

Games of Power

Imminence

Reversed Chimeras

Her Home

Resounding Cavalcade

Between two Tempests

Deliquescences

Surveillance,60x90cm

Forgotten mischief

Audacity

A las seis de la tarde

Demantibulated Sadness

Perched Vanities

Scattered cries

The Tragedy of this Story

Charade,60x90cm

Deep down in the shady Garden

Ageless Scenery
