MAN IN PROGRESS
(2010 - ... )
A willing soul. A non-static mind, always coming up with new ideas. A default answer of "ok, let's do it" when proposed a new project. Someone that invited me to be the witness of his struggle, as normal as any, as amazing as any. Showing his ups and downs in front of my camera. An offer that a natural born voayeur could not refuse.
Determinación. Una mente dinámica, siempre con una nueva idea. "Hagámoslo" es su respuesta por defecto ante una nueva propuesta. Alguien que me invita a ser el testigo de su lucha, tan normal como cualquiera, tan asombrosa como cualquiera. Mostrando lo mejor y lo peor frente a mi cámara. Una oferta que ningún voayeur puede rechazar.
Juanda Cortés
LA IMAGEN Y LAS PALABRAS
"La imagen y las palabras" ("The image and the words") is still a project to be done. The plan is coordinate an exhibit in which every poem from the book "Historia de la lejanía" ("History of remoteness"), written by David Martínez Romero, is displayed in a big panel accompanied by a picture from Juanda Cortés not illustrating the poem, but only inspiring the lines. An artistic reflection trough the combination of two artistic languages that today are doomed to walk together: the images and the words.
La imagen y las palabras es, en realidad, un proyecto aún por realizar. La idea es organizar una exposición en la que cada poema del libro "Historia de la lejanía", obra de poesía de David Martínez Romero, aparezca ampliado en un gran panel acompañado de una fotografía de idéntico tamaño de Juan David Cortés no ilustrativa, sino libremente inspirada en los versos. Una reflexión artística a través de la conjunción de dos lenguajes artísticos que hoy, sin embargo, más que nunca, están condenados a caminar de la mano: la imagen y las palabras.
David Martínez Romero - Juan David Cortés
The night
The night
It is not world the darkness that waits so meekly,
the blackness that unties so softly,
it is just world the tender night,
the world is the flesh but only the flesh when it dreams.
I believe in the night because I sleep, because I ignore,
believe in the life that hides,
believe in the death that escapes…
I believe in the world that flesh senses without sadness,
believe in peace, in war, in the flower that suddenly is beaten
and in the sea of light that is born in the city when the night falls.
I am the night, its soul,
I am the memory living among the senses in penumbra,
I am the last word,
I am the night but only the night when it loves.
the blackness that unties so softly,
it is just world the tender night,
the world is the flesh but only the flesh when it dreams.
I believe in the night because I sleep, because I ignore,
believe in the life that hides,
believe in the death that escapes…
I believe in the world that flesh senses without sadness,
believe in peace, in war, in the flower that suddenly is beaten
and in the sea of light that is born in the city when the night falls.
I am the night, its soul,
I am the memory living among the senses in penumbra,
I am the last word,
I am the night but only the night when it loves.
