Monday, 25 April 2022

Untitled With Shadows

I always felt there was something very special about this image. Perhaps is the combination of the positioning of the subject with the sunlight illuminating the background and projecting his shadow on to the ground beneath and around him. There is also the geometric lines in the grass where he is standing one spring afternoon. Of particular interest to me is his own physical standing: right arm behind his back and the hand holding on to the left elbow at the side.   

The shadow produced by the tree in the background is also very special since it lends the general surrounding area a strong element of darkness and makes it correspond with the image projected by the human body against the ground.     

The element that makes me like this image more than others in the same vein is the subjects’s stance: it is guarded but at the same time he holds his own individuality up front. The uncompromising gaze of the boy reaches straight into the camera’s lens. He confronts the moment the camera clicks and records the image for posterity thereby establishing and indelible relationship with the viewer.                                                                    

Friday, 1 April 2022

Peter Auckland and Baby Fred - Dec 16th 2016 Whitstable


Sasha Leech, Artist, The Horsebridge-Whitstable

I recently visited a painting exhibition of this artist, unknown to me until then, and was greatly impressed by the quality of his paintings and the mastery of rendition of his chosen subjects. Great show.

Wednesday, 23 March 2022

My Brother, Beto Borja - March 23, 1951

 March 23rd would had been my younger brother Alberto’s seventy first birthday. Today, as every day of my life, I remember him as the human being he was. 

I have felt my life did change in many aspects since his absurd demise which occurred on September 26, 1997

I want to remember his life on his birthday, his achievements and frustrations. His spirit and the sound of his voice, which comes every now and then to the inner recesses of my brain. 

I want to recall in my mind the advice he gave me whenever he saw me deviating from my original purpose at those times I drove down the paths of my life as if I was a drunk-blind motorcycle maniac. 

I also want to commemorate the many times we discussed the important things in life, what we wanted to achieve. 

His memory and his imprint on my soul will live forever in my heart.

Un Ojo Dos Ojos