If you are in Berlin, please go see it!
BLOODY MARY, MANTEUFFELSTR. 77, 10999 BERLIN
How very experimental and poetic this inability to work out technology turned out.
update: thinking about it…it was quite a strange talk. It seemed a bit like we were watching a wild animal that they had brought to us directly from the jungle and the lady who managed the event was very protective of him, as if she was scared of what the students may ask him, as if there were right and wrong questions (which she made clear there were by moving her head saying yes and no while someone was talking). A bit patronizing, yes. Strange context to see that.
A few days before:
Our families and friend Jasper White (who we worked with after the exhibition)
I developed an egocentric love for this frame during the event.
With my parents and friend/sister Itziar Ziga.
With my friend/muse Ester Angrill.
This could be a postcard; with friends and Lola’s exotic godfather Alejandro Molina.
Signing catalogs while Cata distracts me.
My dear friend Jorge was slightly shocked with this photograph where I’m eating my self (literal and metaphorically).
I believe “Self Devouring” was quite a success in terms of people’s reaction. I’ll be uploading it soon on my my web/portfolio that is now under construction.
To close it up with an excited mood, a family portrait:
My first solo exhibition is happening this June at IlMondo Gallery, Barcelona. I’ll be showing Bestiario and Bestiario Backstage.
I’m currently working on 3 new photographs; one of them is a self portrait that is at the same time part of and beyond the whole series.
I am extremely thrilled, slightly nervous and very happy (to name a few).
I’ve been busy and aroused for the past weeks and I’ll be experimenting more intense feelings for the next ones: I’m preparing a new series of photographs that are part of Bestiario and will be soon available for contemplation (more info to come).
One of them is a self-portrait that deeply explores the idea of embracing evil and it’s been such a self exploring experience that it sometimes does not allow me to sleep at night.
There is definitely something wonderful and even transcendental about making porn. I’ve never tried or had the curiosity for mainstream porn. In fact, for me it was never about porn.
There’s a strong feeling of pleasure and power while living such radical moments of freedom.
My own experience comes from a punk, queer environment of great complicity. I’ve lived unique moments of sharing, connecting, understanding without words and I have felt the most deep affection towards people I’ve fucked with. Even in the most casual or professional encounter, there was always love… or something of similar intensity.
In fact, sometimes feelings can be so extreme that instead of love and union there’s an incredible solitude. As if I’d leave my body and the physical would lose its original meaning to make me feel more disconnected and absent than ever.