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The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning:
In a car crash or by a bullet.
I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while.
Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government,
of how expensive life is nowadays,
And I felt better, a little bit good.
I meant to tell you that I am really ill.
As if without skin, hurt by the air around,
wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams.
An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head
and doesn't leve me alone.
Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live
crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can.
[Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]
88 versions of Autumn
Artists, beyond belonging to a nation, are united by a feeling of peace...
My photograph on the VIA Arts Price 2018
The Embassy of Brazil in London and the Association of Cultural Attachés of Latin America, Spain and Portugal, in partnership with Itaú BBA and People’s Palace Projects (Queen Mary University of London) have selected the image above as one of 30 for the prestigious VIA ARTS PRICE 2018.
The exhibition will be open to the public between 14th December and 31st January, Monday-Friday (10am-6pm).
At Sala Brasil Gallery
14 – 16 Cockspur Street, SW1Y 5BL
Hope to see you there!
Javier
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While having breakfast I noticed this wall....
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On a visit after so many years, the cemetery near Ephraim Gardens
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Cherries and a blue bowl, not being the season I hunted for both. The generosity of Badger Badger, a coffee restaurant in Deptford, London, provided me generously with the bowl.
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Three lemons...
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Incubus...
The Self adrift (or The Self as Ophelia)
This project is yet another of my continuous effort to bridge the gap between traditional photography and traditional painting.
A self portrait within the mythical story of Ophelia.