Sunday 28 January 2018
Saturday 27 January 2018
No recuerdo el año pero debió haber sido 1956-57 y este es el recuerdo fehaciente de aquel hecho. Recuerdo que las fotografías las hizo en su casa del barrio Alameda el señor Puerto, fotógrafo de profesión. Sus hijos Hugo y Germán Puerto heredarían el estudio años después y fundarían Foto Frank en San Fernando, en una casa de esquina justo enfrente de La Tropicana.
En la foto estamos muy tiesos y muy majos, mi hermano mayor Nelson y yo el día aquel en que nuestro padre nos llevó a iglesia La Ermita, en el centro, a darle curso a la liturgia.
Cuando regresamos al barrio creo que fue entonces cuando nos llevó para ser fotografiados al estudio.
Sunday 21 January 2018
This one is part of a contact print extracted from a roll of photographs of our daughter Sahara, taken during the first month of having relocated to San Francisco from Cali, Colombia. She was just three years old and ready to enter school for the first time.
Tuesday 16 January 2018
Sunday 14 January 2018
This family portrait is perhaps the oldest surviving image of my early life.
In it my mother awkwardly holds my younger brother Alberto, a sleeping baby who had been born on Good Friday, March 23, 1951 so I must assume this portrait was taken three or four months later and I had turned 2 years old in May of that year.
My father sits looking to the side, slightly patriarchal in a dream-like stance while us, the three boys are sleeping, such as my older brother Nelson, who seems to sleep whilst standing against my father's legs and myself as my father holds me with his left hand to keep me from falling forward.
My mother looks straight into the lens lending the image a real connection with the surrounding environment. She is the anchoring reflection of a time long gone and one that survives to this day.
Both my parents are now deceased, as well as my brother Alberto, and so Nelson and I remain separated by our own realities, distant in time and space. This photograph will keep us together until the end of time. That, I think, is the real value of photography: the validation of the past, the re-enactment of memories no matter how long ago they were taken.
The past comes alive in our eyes and the mind can dream.
There is always something special about double-exposed images. Some happen by accident and others by design. They all invariably conjure...