Photography must express what words cannot express. Photography is not journalism or literature. Photography is a silent art that grows strong in silence. The photographer does not speak, the photographer only points out. Pointing out is to isolate and delimit the world. Photography is the fragmentary art par excellence. We do not see the world as it is but as we are. A photograph that is defined beforehand is a dead photograph. A living photograph is one that is created and actualized by gaze.

We must account for the events of an era. Art is like a seismogram that measures the seizures of the social. Photographing the archive, resampling its documents for a stab in the unconscious. Doing an archeology of the present. Exploring the photographic dimension of movement, where overlays, sparkles and unexpected analogies appear. Marginal elements emerge as psychoanalytic interferences. Contiguities generating metaphors: images of images in a double detachment from the real. We are in the maelstrom of memory; in the hyperreal realm of simulacra. We see the phantasmagoria of a managed world, the dreams of instrumental reason. In the era of emptiness, mass disinformation becomes ubiquitous. Is this the real? In the end, the artistic practice produces a paradox: the aesthetic paroxysm leads us to self-awareness.

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