ULTIMAS HORAS DE LUZ
I went to visit the area, ready to shoot something without a name that escaped me the first day. In those last hours that was light and no, I wanted to capture the atmosphere around the canal. A mixture of water, quiet, tropical foliage and large vessels and slow. Something that was all that but it was not that but something else, like a little ghostly, as if everything slowed down and dense. Humidity, the sweat on the faces, the bubbles that crocodiles left up to the surface water, condensate smell the trees huddle together on the shore, the sound of cicadas, the clouds of mosquitoes, the skin stuck to the wet clothes and the sweet air and oxide suspended above the earth.
I wanted to photograph everything, but could not find how.
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RITUALES
In Panama took my rolls to reveal a picture Charlie's in Bella Vista, the only lab left in the city. Is a family run, modest, where they seem to have heavy workloads. The 35mm revealed costs $ 1 and $ 2 for 120/220 exit. I get the film rolled, without protection, tucked in a white paper bag. Every time he sees me walk in the door, the boy laughs, I think I'm giving you more work than usual. The first time I asked if he was a professional, trustworthy. The cashier told me that was usually good, but that from time to time the machine starts and eats rare rolls, or leaves a mess. Okay, I said, let's see what happens. So far so good.
is a ritual that I find magical. Going out to shoot, roll back and charged forward and approach giving a walk to that place where I took some bags that are as American store in the fifties, it seems as if to snuff and for a few beers, but I bring my photos there. Has much to do with what we're shooting here JM and me, a world that no longer exists, a life style where the details were very symbolic and referred to a society and isolated embedded within another. Canal Zone, Panamanians U.S. territory where they could not enter, it represented the essence of American life, the impossible dream. And paper bags of the commissaries, which bought the things I had not anywhere else, were the symbol of that dream.
Taking photographs
In Panama took my rolls to reveal a picture Charlie's in Bella Vista, the only lab left in the city. Is a family run, modest, where they seem to have heavy workloads. The 35mm revealed costs $ 1 and $ 2 for 120/220 exit. I get the film rolled, without protection, tucked in a white paper bag. Every time he sees me walk in the door, the boy laughs, I think I'm giving you more work than usual. The first time I asked if he was a professional, trustworthy. The cashier told me that was usually good, but that from time to time the machine starts and eats rare rolls, or leaves a mess. Okay, I said, let's see what happens. So far so good.
is a ritual that I find magical. Going out to shoot, roll back and charged forward and approach giving a walk to that place where I took some bags that are as American store in the fifties, it seems as if to snuff and for a few beers, but I bring my photos there. Has much to do with what we're shooting here JM and me, a world that no longer exists, a life style where the details were very symbolic and referred to a society and isolated embedded within another. Canal Zone, Panamanians U.S. territory where they could not enter, it represented the essence of American life, the impossible dream. And paper bags of the commissaries, which bought the things I had not anywhere else, were the symbol of that dream.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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CARTOGRAFIA PERSONAL
is in some ways like drawing a map. One begins a search of vaguely, following a hunch, and it creates benchmarks for each picture. The map that we are building there before starting the trip, born of our own footsteps.
is in some ways like drawing a map. One begins a search of vaguely, following a hunch, and it creates benchmarks for each picture. The map that we are building there before starting the trip, born of our own footsteps.
When we have all the points go back and get to edit. It's like that game where you have to connect the dots to form a shape. In our case, the points are the photographs and the issue is the line joining them. The shape that will be our map, the place I wanted to go. Many of these points / photos will be discarded, served to look, but do not help to create the figure.
Map ephemeral, c ircunstancial, single use. We must build a new one for every trip, even if we return to the same place. So you have to make our Atlas particular.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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WHERE ARE WE GOING?
Know Where No man can have is going unless I knows I WHERE Exactly Exactly how has-been and I've Arrived at present historical place
Maya Angelou
Meeting the appointment in a strange self-published book by Panamanian artist Antonio Jose Guzman, called The day we surrender to the air . A multimedia project that investigates the relationship between migration, diaspora and severity. Very interesting.
Know Where No man can have is going unless I knows I WHERE Exactly Exactly how has-been and I've Arrived at present historical place
Maya Angelou
Meeting the appointment in a strange self-published book by Panamanian artist Antonio Jose Guzman, called The day we surrender to the air . A multimedia project that investigates the relationship between migration, diaspora and severity. Very interesting.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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TURBULENCIAS
We returned to Panama City flying over the Pacific on board a new aircraft bought by the young caiforniano that carried us. JM and I looked at take-off wishing us luck.
"If you cry water," said the pilot "grab their jackets and jump."
always think the same. Change things, try to correct errors. But after all, if it falls, I think my life has not been bad, could have been much worse.
With the distance appropriate to the land itself is unreal. Comes to exchange the point of view from time to time, so we know what little we saw where we were.
Turbulence is a very ugly thing, one feels that they are spinning in a vacuum. Nothing to fear, says the pilot, turbulence, or in the worst case, involve risk, fear is purely suggestive.
As in life, I think, the turbulent part of the trip, but they are not dangerous, just alter the stability. The fear, how to live it is what we can do no wrong.
We returned to Panama City flying over the Pacific on board a new aircraft bought by the young caiforniano that carried us. JM and I looked at take-off wishing us luck.
"If you cry water," said the pilot "grab their jackets and jump."
always think the same. Change things, try to correct errors. But after all, if it falls, I think my life has not been bad, could have been much worse.
With the distance appropriate to the land itself is unreal. Comes to exchange the point of view from time to time, so we know what little we saw where we were.
Turbulence is a very ugly thing, one feels that they are spinning in a vacuum. Nothing to fear, says the pilot, turbulence, or in the worst case, involve risk, fear is purely suggestive.
As in life, I think, the turbulent part of the trip, but they are not dangerous, just alter the stability. The fear, how to live it is what we can do no wrong.
Friday, March 4, 2011
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