Title: Till Death Do Us Apart (Ongoing)
Medium: Digital Print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag.
Year: 2010-2011.
October 2010
Looking at a photograph of oneself as a child, one asked, “Mumma, did I ever visit the beach when I was young?” Everything that is known of childhood is through these questions. Over the years, when cynicism for people takes over, objects and spaces become better companions to share emotions. It is through them one tries to answer, “What would I look like when I die?”
April 2011
The Suicide
Not a single star will be left in the night.
The night will not be left.
I will die and, with me,
the weight of the intolerable universe.
I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions,
the continents and faces.
I shall erase the accumulated past.
I shall make dust of history, dust of dust.
Now I am looking on the final sunset.
I am hearing the last bird.
I bequeath nothingness to no one.
Translated from
El Suicida
No quedará en la noche una estrella.
No quedará la noche.
Moriré y conmigo la suma
del intolerable universo.
Borraré las pirámides, las medallas,
los continentes y las caras.
Borraré la acumulación del pasado.
Haré polvo la historia, polvo el polvo.
Estoy mirando el último poniente.
Oigo el último pájaro.
Lego la nada a nadie.
-Jorge Luis Borges
