In this fleeting, instant age, in which we want everything fast, we pose and see the result before the click. We move from a situation to a snapshot, of which there are so many that they leave no trace. What we live and see is erased from our lives, as if we only had short-term memory. The truth is that memory is fragile and so is our reality in its unpredictability.
In this context, portraits make the photographed keep their intention, sometimes even the same emotion, showing their true vulnerability at its peak.
I started taking photographs in 35mm, which made my face being in front of the photographed person. That seemed to made people uncomfortable wether they wanted to be photographed or not, so I moved on to 120mm to look downwards and be less visible. However, when I knew about wet plate colloidon photography, it made me rediscover the truth of the portrait. The character must stay with the same expression for at least 20 seconds, while I disappear under a black cloth. After establishing a conversation under the black cloth -camouflaged- the character shows me a sliver of their soul, many times without even talking.
The different techniques a way to reinvent the format and keep experimenting to never fall out of love with this kind of simulacrum, understood as a unique moment that fluctuates between the superficial quality of a pose and the reality of the inner self.
