What a wonderful collection of shots!
Cool and innnovative set of photographs from the series ‘I’m not here’ in which photographer Pol Ubeda Hervas captures the human absence from its surroundings. The concept behind the series is deeply metaphorical, visual food for though reflecting the situations where the change is irreversible and we cannot even recognize ourselves.
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One
Now split
Companion
Early Goodbye
Welcome new sister
Another one delights
“Si me duele la pipa”
A copy of the one now gone
The land of snow calls to us, maybe
A dream
A true horror
Moving again, but why?
Crying wakes me leaving me cold
Change in plans once more, why do we have to?
One
Pots and pans
Mom is depressed
I’m a stranger in my skin
Dad sends us audio tapes we wear out
We make it to the football school finals
I wonder about Manitoba
Imagining a child in China
Aware and smarter than most
Soft bald head grow blonde curls
Pick a book and read
The last breath floats
All alone
Just me
One
His green eyes haunt me
Promises made long ago
Surely they’ll come true
Even now I know they will
Our son has his swagger
Our daughter has his laughter
Always reminding me
That he’ll come back to me
My grandchildren play outside
I see him in them
And I know he’ll soon return
For he promised he would
I’ve never ventured far
I expect him to walk behind me
Reach for my hip like he does
His warm breath on my neck
His green eyes I see
His strong hands I feel
His sweet voice telling me
Camille, I’ll be back soon
As I take my very last breath
I’m still certain
My beloved will return in time
He never broke a promise
En Cartagena
Uniones se cementan
Dos pueblos viven
The train speeds between towns
My ancestral land ebbs and flows
A geographic movie before me
Two African boys in Lleida Pirineus
Huddle under a bridge
Incomprehensible gestures
Lives happening beyond reach
For a moment an imagined truth
Elusive as your thoughts
I grasp for shared insight
I see words forming on a trestle
The graffiti reads “FUCK LOVE!”
Miami shines bright
Marriage, Art Deco and pastels
Anticipation
The Strange Museum 