At certain moments our observations become inner in order to shape states of mind or moments of consciousness. At some of those moments we can begin to think that our loneliness as an individual is evident. We look for projection, shadow, reflection in order to be able to find real, faithful, truthful companionship.
We examine the paths of absent gazing. Those gazes trapped in the infinite, in the post-traumatic shock, in a parallel reality that is usually undecipherable and ambiguous for the rest of the sighted people. With our eyes we try to reach that elusive corner where the characters are. It is in that place where tragedy, desire, illusion and defeat intermingle, melt, lose depth of field and only silence and time are capable of relocating them in their place.
Places dominated by landscapes; spaces where glances become trapped, captive, kidnapped. It is in that look-kidnapping where the space alters to become a territory of introspection. Because of that, glance and consciousness look for a projection - a reflection - with which we may find the evident loneliness companionship of the main characters of these pictures.