.tyler. – Claudio Martella (Italy)
Sonia de Spa (France)
Sjon Blackwell (USA)
Tom Hoops (Thailand)
Chieska (UK / USA)
Billy Gomez (South Korea)
I was born too many years ago in a corner from the European ‘finisterrae’, in the place where, as they say, all the paths end. I grew up in Caracas, a city that smells of rotten fruit. That is my inheritance: the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea. Of both I retained the belief that we are aquatic animals and we must accept that the drift is the unique possible destiny, maybe the unique categorical truth. I make photos because I stopped writing. The photos are always an atavic and smaller form of writing. I am an amateur and don’t believe in my ‘ars fotografica’. The photos never bark, the photos never smell, never resonate. The photos are never written words.
“If someone showed me my pictures, back when I was taking photography lessons, I would say that they are all crap. I mean, what’s with all the cropping and post processing and the murder of shooting in analog and then act all digital on them. It’s a Bresson-ic nightmare. There were always rules back then for me, that took all the fun away and really didn’t lead to the comprehension of light, imagery and most of all, these rules had nothing to do with the human condition. Once I let my aesthetics to give in to the dark side, I was reborn. I have to thank some great flickr artists for that. I came to realize that the photographic image is all about the impact it has to psyche. I don’t owe anything to the art as an external factor but to myself, to make my pictures closer to how I feel they should be. I want to constantly experiment on different things I set my mind to, or I try to hideously rip off my favorite photographers, filtering them in my lens and keyboard. But most of all, I love taking photos. I really don’t know if I have a distinctive style, maybe not, but at least I don’t think I am faking it.”