Peek a boo

After years, holy cow, years without a photographic project I think I’ve finally comeback to develop a new one.

Peek a boo is my last attempt to deal with emotional distress, loss, depression, loneliness, and inner darkness.

I really don’t know how or why I stopped creating photographs instead of only capturing images, after the events (what a cold word for the loss of half of your soul) of the last year I’ve been feeling so damn empty that I I’m not sure if there’s something inside me to share.

I’m in the Ambaló Reservation, at the house of a friend and his family. We are as most of the world under quarantine. The frustration of don’t have somebody who can relate with my feelings is common place, but the distance from home makes it a bit harder.

Also I don’t have anyone with a strong or weak relationship of trust who would help me being a model. That is another frustration but also a reminder. As in many facets of life: I’m alone, at least for the most of time. And being alone is a challenge but also is full of opportunities. So, after a couple of weeks thinking about it I decided to answer the call of a window.

It is interesting how light and darkness nurture photographers, off course there are a lot of adjacent and underlying factors. But from a material point of view light and darkness are the substrate that feed us. So, I’ve been looking all the nights this window in my room and being called to it as the song of a siren.

A couple of nights ago I started taking some photographs, continuing something I started in Bogotá.

Peek a boo is a metaphor about what happens inside, but through the filter of an outside agent: The camera. Is personal, is raw (well someone was playing with my camera and the images are in JPG, since now they would be in RAW). The only edition of the images is done in Lightroom.