On Tuesday June 1st two exhibitions were opened in EFTI within 10 PHE programming, which always comes to Madrid in the heat of June. In the same space live two completely different ways of expressing the language of photography. Landscapes mist of Saglietti Ivo, who won two World Press Photo awards , black and white photos, a trip to the borders of the eastern Mediterranean, responding to the language of a photojournalist comme il faut .
cotidianidades of Lola Tunic radiant white and uncompromising black, only shades of gray, is a way of telling, expressive language, which not only has the act of shooting. Lola Tunic
neutralizes transforming domestic interiors in pristine areas, neutral, evanescent, weightless, which seem to be of this world, but have been photographed while dreaming. We returned images created while we were sleeping, and waking up to reverberate in our brains, because they were happy dreams, we project on every corner, in every corner of the house.
And the light coming through the windows is pure, even whiter than white objects, and that we da serenely quiet and protects us.
His work is the reverse of the work of Thomas Demand . Demand play a real scenario at 1:1 with colored cards, an exercise in architectural reflection on space. Once photographed the model destroys the assembly and is the test. Lola becomes reality in a real scale model. The picture is taken, reality returns to be because you have to go on living. The heartbeat of daily life stopped as the dreams stopped, but then everything is waking being.
His work is the reverse of the work of Thomas Demand . Demand play a real scenario at 1:1 with colored cards, an exercise in architectural reflection on space. Once photographed the model destroys the assembly and is the test. Lola becomes reality in a real scale model. The picture is taken, reality returns to be because you have to go on living. The heartbeat of daily life stopped as the dreams stopped, but then everything is waking being.
Thomas Demand And life is a dream and dreams are dreams , as the room where the musician lived a sweet story, as the room where the party was held that a loved one aged, as the window turned into a jungle with animals in a row led to the elephant or gas balloons that took root in another corner of the house and when we awaken from long slumber, yet allow us to rejoice with his mark, in the wake they left on there where they live our fantasies.
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