Thursday, 28 February 2013

New portfolio in Filmwasters


                                                        This is the website for Filmwasters.
                            Click on: Stranger in a strange land to see the entire set of photographs

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Luis and Victoria Kerch

Last July, after having been in Kent for a couple of years and after having been admired and loved by all those they came in contact with, Luis and Victoria Kerch decided to relocate to Madrid.
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

Dos retratos de Wilson Ruiz


A principios de año vino a visitarme Wilson Ruiz; venía de su cuartel de invierno en Frankfurt, ciudad donde vive y trabaja haciendo documentales para televisión. Creo que la última vez que nos vimos fue en 1982-83, en Toronto. Wilson fue a vivir en Lima, Ciudad de México, Quito y, esporádicamente, por pequeñas temporadas en Toronto. Treinta y pico de años después se baja del tren que viene de Londres y echamos a caminar hacia casa en este pueblo inglés bajo la nieve de enero.
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

Out and about in London town



These are some of the scenes taken Tuesday Feb 19th at the private view for the Lichtenstein show at Tate Modern. The joint was jumping, all full of dots and noise.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Adam King, English photographer


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Friday, 15 February 2013

Un Texto Paralelo

       
   Haz click en:  Muestra Fotográfica en Bogotá
Este artículo apareció en Noviembre en Revista Agitadoras, de España

Desde Bogotá, Colombia


Retrato de Sahara Borja Paull, San Francisco, California, 1989

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See Link:    Artículo publicado recientemente en la revista El Malpensante de Bogotá

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

A Blissful Sleep







The sleeping young woman at the top was caught sleeping in a train going from Faversham to London a few years ago.
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

Lalosaurus Rex

This is what happens when some students have a lot of time in their hands.
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

Hay veces...


Credit for this portrait must go to Javier Manrique Pérez, who knows a good thing when he sees it.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Two Self-Portraits (Red and Blue)


The beginning of February 2013 has been a trying time. First, the relentless cold weather which does not seem to want to abate in its ferocity. It has been wet rain, and snow and ice, and ferocious freezing wind.  That followed by the suffering inflicted upon the body and soul by an almost unshakeable chest cold, which afflicts the spirit more than the old pulmonary cavity.
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.