Some days it is planned to attack by strange undercurrents forced to change than previously thought. The search for Paula was impossible. Having been invited to attend the exhibition time watching us trusted information from the press. And instead of meeting Hendrik Kerstens I found José Luis Santalla.
images 15 x 21 is expanded by the white walls of the gallery as a pop album. I liked the size. Perhaps the crisis will bring a benefit to photography, the return of the small format. Sometimes the picture does not require the grandeur of the painting to be her, may even be more, have more time in the future and, through these sizes more manageable, more than a family album. Consider
photographs Santalla is contemplating the notes of an intimate travelogue. Entries are subject to feelings and feelings, which vary by time of day, landscapes, or friends join us each day. Sometimes they are very specific, sometimes very abstract, but most of them fragments of lived reality, or escapes, or nostalgia.
One of the friends portrayed, Alberto Garcia-Alix , wrote in his catalog uninhabited (2004) a poem A Santalla ending with a verse full of melancholy:
images 15 x 21 is expanded by the white walls of the gallery as a pop album. I liked the size. Perhaps the crisis will bring a benefit to photography, the return of the small format. Sometimes the picture does not require the grandeur of the painting to be her, may even be more, have more time in the future and, through these sizes more manageable, more than a family album. Consider
photographs Santalla is contemplating the notes of an intimate travelogue. Entries are subject to feelings and feelings, which vary by time of day, landscapes, or friends join us each day. Sometimes they are very specific, sometimes very abstract, but most of them fragments of lived reality, or escapes, or nostalgia.
One of the friends portrayed, Alberto Garcia-Alix , wrote in his catalog uninhabited (2004) a poem A Santalla ending with a verse full of melancholy:
and while we wait, age .
The frieze deployed as an emotional atlas shows the strangeness of the passage of time is that although we resist accepting its path, it is relentless for everyone. The photograph chosen
display in the exhibition is staged by the legendary film Blow Up . The script was born of a beautiful fairy Cortázar tells the story of a machine: a Contax 1.1.2. The first lines of this story can serve to lead the dialogue with these images:
never know how you have to have this, if in first person or second, using the third person plural continually inventing forms that do not serve anything.
display in the exhibition is staged by the legendary film Blow Up . The script was born of a beautiful fairy Cortázar tells the story of a machine: a Contax 1.1.2. The first lines of this story can serve to lead the dialogue with these images:
never know how you have to have this, if in first person or second, using the third person plural continually inventing forms that do not serve anything.
Before visiting this gallery, I had seen in the Fine Arts exhibition of Moholy-Nagy . There is a projection of some color slides that he used to explain light exercises in class. They are a wonderful slides remind us that in the 30's was not really black and white and the landscapes that are our footprints, and those we have loved in our memory are recorded by the magic of a machine.
Moholy-Nagy , great teacher, wrote, in addition to that sentence and classical illiterate the future will be those who ignore the use of the camera and pen,
in the picture ... we must learn to seek not the picture, not the aesthetics of tradition, but the ideal instrument of expression, the training vehicle self-sufficient.
And so these images that only make sense in arbitrary serialization can be presented as tests of the search for a speech, a draft of a job, lost time, because we have aged.
Moholy-Nagy , great teacher, wrote, in addition to that sentence and classical illiterate the future will be those who ignore the use of the camera and pen,
in the picture ... we must learn to seek not the picture, not the aesthetics of tradition, but the ideal instrument of expression, the training vehicle self-sufficient.
And so these images that only make sense in arbitrary serialization can be presented as tests of the search for a speech, a draft of a job, lost time, because we have aged.
Lazlo Moholy-Nagy. Sybil, 1945.
PHE10 The Workshop, on the morning of Saturday, as light and rain returned to a time we fall, Rafael Doctor, Joan Fontcuberta and Bledsoe & Rosa spoke of another time. Rafael Doctor