I don’t remember precisely whether Wilmes was waiting for me at El Terminal or not. What I do remember is that he was a bit drunk. «Do you mind me being hammered?», he said to me with his red eyes. «I drank water, I promise I’m fine.» We approached an orange Malibu to work | … |

One fine day, Pierre Anthon, a schoolboy in a regular Danish village, decides that nothing has any relevance. He climbs a tree and from there pontificates his creed: nothing matters. His schoolmates, who have to endure Pierre Anthon’s constant proselytizing, get fed up one day and decide to prove him wrong. The way to do | … |

  #PaisajeUlterior [#UlteriorLandscape]: A landscape after the landscape, after the landscape, after the landscape. This text is not a text, because nothing that is linear interests me anymore. This text is not a text because every explanatory practice is distrusted. «A photograph is an image of concepts.» [1] To see is to know something about the world. | … |

…bajo la mirada de otro. “Ser un hombre”, sugería Primo Levi. George Didi-Huberman, Pueblos expuestos, pueblos figurantes.     Being and Time is the enigmatic title Heidegger gave to his analysis of human existence. With this title, he warned that only to be woven with time can offer us the possibility of being thrown (as we | … |

A few months ago, we published «Wilmes and the Sea,» a text in which Diana Rangel tells us about the creative process behind Voces de un lugar imposible [‘Voices From an Impossible Place’.] The project combines clinical psychology and photography with the purpose of understanding the reality of young Venezuelans immersed in a context of violence. Wilmes, a young | … |