Thursday, 28 February 2013
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Most of us who had the privilege of their friendship can only be reminded of their gentleness and generosity.
Luis, a dynamo of creative energy, has been busy showing his marvellously colourful landscapes in Spain's capital as well as in Tenerife.
Victoria, meanwhile, has kept the ship steady against all winds and waters.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Estos retratos marcan el reencuentro de dos amigos que han visto mundo, ya que nuestros caminos nos han llevado aquí y allá, y reafirman que el tiempo no pasa en vano.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Monday, 18 February 2013
Friday, 15 February 2013
Retrato de Sahara Borja Paull, San Francisco, California, 1989
See Link: Artículo publicado recientemente en la revista El Malpensante de Bogotá
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
The man in the mattress dreaming face down with his boots on, as well as the bundled up man in front of the Church of Saint Eustace, were taken in Paris in 2009.
The semi-naked man on the granite bench was taken a couple of years ago during the febrile Andalusian summer in the beautiful city of Cádiz.
The man sleeping it off under the painted postage stamp on the wall with the airplane-inducing dream was apprehended on a sidewalk in the Mission District in San Francisco, California, sometime in 1989.
The oldest image of the series is the washing woman resting during her siesta after a busy morning washing clothes in the waters of the Cuenca river in Southern Ecuador in 1979.
The black man sleeping under the sun was taken at the long promenade on the Embarcadero in San Francisco, in 1992, an early morning before work during my bicycle rides back in the days.
Monday, 11 February 2013
This one comes from the mind of William Burroughs very much in the same creative vein as his famous namesake.
The funny thing is that he managed to portray exactly my state of mind on this day, Monday, Feb 11, 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Anyway, as not everything lasts for a hundred years I decided, in between reading and resting, to test the light of one morning when the sun shone and a glimmer of hope smiled upon the room, to make a record of the old gaze and the old shadow.