Work made on my own time, far from any brief. Each story is a short text and a sequence of photographs, meant to be read in order.
India is an album of colors that can only be saturated: for so intense and overloaded is the atmosphere of this boundless country. Nepal, compared to its populous neighbor, looks lonely, small, barely inhabited. If India acts,…
Read the story →The Ologa lagoon in southern Lake Maracaibo is home to a small handful of inhabitants. The nighttime playground is dressed in sparkles in an endless concert of lightning, unparalleled anywhere in the world.
Read the story →Beyond the show and the lights: moments of solitude, tireless routine, lost glances between performances. A world that survives between magic and fatigue, between applause and the silence of early mornings. The melancholy of…
Read the story →Eleven in the morning. The sky has turned indigo, competing with a sun that falls on downtown Maracaibo like a thousand clothes irons. A man steps into the alley and for a few seconds sees nothing: eyes coming in from the white…
Read the story →Each of them finds a corner and stays alone with a passage they already know by heart and play exactly the same way again, the way you pat your pocket to make sure the keys are still there. It isn't practice: it's a rite against…
Read the story →In various towns in southern Lake Maracaibo (El Batey, Bobures, Gibraltar, Santa Maria, and some others) live direct heirs of those Africans brought to the area as slaves of the sugar cane and cocoa plantations during the Spanish…
Read the story →We discover a ritual where the Catholic faith and Afro-Venezuelan roots merge, creating a unique cultural expression that has stood the test of time. The faces marked by the sun, the hands touching the chimbangueles, the bodies…
Read the story →And so, after wandering among the souls and bones, oblivion returns. An afternoon at the Nueva Esperanza Cemetery, one of the largest in the world on the outskirts of Lima, Peru.
Read the story →It is late afternoon, I walk from here to there, in silence and with the rectangle that swallows light at hand. I warm up my neurons with that of aesthetics, the instant, the trace and transcendence. I make photographic notes of…
Read the story →Between vibrant colors and tanned hands by the sun, my camera has traveled the aisles of a market in La Guajira, Venezuela, that point where two countries converge but at the same time the same world, the same culture, the same…
Read the story →There were no peaceful groves, nor taciturn paths, nor that gothic and gloomy. If there was color, color that screams ... Among souls, bones and sand ... This is how the Nueva Esperanza cemetery (Lima, Perú) appeared to me on All…
Read the story →A short look at cockfighting in western Venezuela. It’s a hot afternoon in a dusty roadside town. The air is thick with sweat, tension, and the rising noise of men gathering around a small fighting ring. Two roosters are about to…
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