You recognize a person without their skin?
Without his face.
A mask to cover us until we die.
Sometimes the water is part of the art of our decomposition, of our silhouettes that one day were trapped between his peaceful and violent waters.
Trapped in the infinite freedom.
Through this photographic series I explore the dead skin, his decomposition and the language of the lines of life and death that has our physical body. The project arises from an interest about the empty of the beauty of dying and a text I wrote in a gloomy time of my adolescence.
Project realized with the collaboration of the SEMEFO of Monterrey.
Text in French by
Sébastien Lejeune & Hercy Leal
- Role TEXT, CONCEPT AND PRODUCTION
- Date 2013
- Type EXPERTIMENTAL PHOTOGRAPHY
- THANKS TO Guillermo Galeano, Susan Tovar and Roberto Salce