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LIFE BY THE SEA VOL. 1

Project presented as part of the multidisciplinary art exhibition ''Je m'appelle'', held in RD MADE space Amsterdam the 22 April 2023. Compendium of photographs, text, and videos documenting the life and manual work of sailors in the southern Spain region, Huelva during summer 2020.

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LIFE BY THE SEA VOL. 2

Project presented as part of the multidisciplinary art exhibition ''Je m'appelle'', held in RD MADE space Amsterdam the 22 April 2023. Compendium of photographs, text, and videos documenting the life and manual work of sailors in the southern Spain region, Huelva during summer 2020.

I met Manuel Quintero that summer. It always seems tiring to narrate whatever that took place in that year. That year is already far, and so is the first breath of fresh air. But I remember something; I was mourning. Llorando la Muerte. I randomly found an old camera I had been gifted as I child and I started recording, through those lenses I saw my friends embrace each other, I saw the hands of the seamen scratching squama like gems out of the dead body – and I became a witness of the rituals-. I traveled to the ocean that had seen me grow in the summers and a mighty force led me to the boats that were stranded on the shore. Romanies and payos1 were gathered around the sailcloth and the sailcloth was invaded by silver-breathing creatures. The buckets were full, the water was smelly, the nets were infinite, no tools to help the men except for a pair of hands. I contemplated them and the color that a lifetime under the sun leaves on the skins, I heard Manuel telling jokes about potatoes and famine and everybody would listen. But the starfish were dying and the iridescence of the fish under the light was wholesome. The harmony of the cycle was disturbing and perfect at the same time. Animals dying under the sun. The seamen living just another day in their life by the sea. Before the market would be assembled the next morning, I was already a witness forever.

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LIFE BY THE SEA VOL. 1

Project presented as part of the multidisciplinary art exhibition ''Je m'appelle'', held in RD MADE space Amsterdam the 22 April 2023. Compendium of photographs, text, and videos documenting the life and manual work of sailors in the southern Spain region, Huelva during summer 2020.

I met Manuel Quintero that summer. It always seems tiring to narrate whatever that took place in that year. That year is already far, and so is the first breath of fresh air. But I remember something; I was mourning. Llorando la Muerte. I randomly found an old camera I had been gifted as I child and I started recording, through those lenses I saw my friends embrace each other, I saw the hands of the seamen scratching squama like gems out of the dead body – and I became a witness of the rituals-. I traveled to the ocean that had seen me grow in the summers and a mighty force led me to the boats that were stranded on the shore. Romanies and payos1 were gathered around the sailcloth and the sailcloth was invaded by silver-breathing creatures. The buckets were full, the water was smelly, the nets were infinite, no tools to help the men except for a pair of hands. I contemplated them and the color that a lifetime under the sun leaves on the skins, I heard Manuel telling jokes about potatoes and famine and everybody would listen. But the starfish were dying and the iridescence of the fish under the light was wholesome. The harmony of the cycle was disturbing and perfect at the same time. Animals dying under the sun. The seamen living just another day in their life by the sea. Before the market would be assembled the next morning, I was already a witness forever.

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Show Room ''TSIRKUS'' displayed in Inklub Madrid in July 2022.

The staging of the show explored the limits of beauty and horror, bringing to life a freak show where the coldness of the metals got in touch with the warmth of human flesh. The models walked through the public interacting in the shadow, dancing and provoking unexpected reactions mixed with an appeal to their sexual storming and the unrest of horrific expressions. An atmosphere for the display of evil and good, attraction and rejection, fantasy and human-like.

Art direction: bmkrov (@mullet.ass)

Filmed and edited by Marta Guillén @theroyalswan

Starring @pawoblo@rujas.2222@frecklediva@enricodiamore@alphadiallo_1@lamakoto777

Make-up @enricodiamore@di0nisie

Designers @mullet.ass@lopezlanuria@thesantiagotosco@frecklediva

Location InKlub Madrid @inkrtgallery

Graphics @parafeno

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BARCELONA

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BARCELONA

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GABBER STYLE

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Viajábamos a Moscú con intención de pasar el fin de año allá. Los raíles estaban nevados, viajamos la noche entera. Unas mujeres agradables y dicharacheras nos sirvieron dos menús para niñxs junto con dos báltikas de medio litro. Preguntaron donde estaban lxs niñxs en la sala y reímos. La experiencia de la vida de tren te abre a la curiosidad desvergonzada de los locales, sus preguntas, sus miradas. Un sentimiento de colectivización de la intimidad brutalmente capaz de derribar cualquier límite. La comunicación va más allá porque la comunicación está en el cruce de dos palabras que no se corresponden pero se abrazan, en la generosidad de lxs extrañxs con quienes duermes. Sus curiosas vidas sus razones para viajar a menudo quedan en el misterio. Las ciudades acogen misterios que llegan y parten. Apenas nos conocemos, nos hemos cruzado. Nos hemos preguntado a dónde viajas de dónde viajas. El "por qué" casi no importa.

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Crossing bridges, traveling in time

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Moscow January 1st

Москва 1-ого января

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A market in Kazan Рынок в Казане

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The devotion behind the orthodox belief makes that, either believing or not, every element surrounding it appears as beautiful and touching.

В темноте золото светится.

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''Fue hace algunos meses... decidimos ir hacia el centro de Rusia, a la linda Kazán, y en el camino pudimos verlo, pudimos ver qué es el tiempo, qué es el perímetro de esta tierra, qué es el tiempo con respecto al perímetro cercado de esta tierra. En el tren ruso descubres que el tiempo puede detenerse puede prolongarse hasta parecer que ya no existe. Las personas comparten su intimidad en un espacio entubado y mínimo porque el alma rusa lleva implícita una colectivización de la intimidad y del dolor. Vimos a estas personas, bebimos del chai de estas personas, compartimos palabras reales con estas personas, despedimos "le deseo todo lo mejor" a estas personas. Vimos misterios, huidas, encuentros, negocios. En la intimidad de un vagón entubado espacio mínimo. Y entendimos que la vida sucedía ahí aunque el tiempo hubiera desaparecido en algún momento''