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OBSERVATORIO

We live in an age of paradox: we are connected yet isolated, our cities grow wealthier yet are more exclusive than ever, we tear down the old, rebuild anew then long for the history that was lost. Despite our presumed intelligence and unlimited access to data, we appear on the brink of certain environmental annihilation. Using observation telescopes as the medium, my series ‘Observatorio’ explores the point of view of the outsider who is reflecting on the changing times and noting what is lost in periods of relentless, unscrupulous growth.

Through the telescopes, which bear the time-worn markings of public machinery, the viewer is presented with a sense of nostalgia and isolation; the subject of one’s gaze is both near and far, the view is clear yet marred by worn optics, dust and scratches, one is alone in a public space.

The distance that stretches between our hopes and our realities haunts us.

OBSERVATORIO

We live in an age of paradox: we are connected yet isolated, our cities grow wealthier yet are more exclusive than ever, we tear down the old, rebuild anew then long for the history that was lost. Despite our presumed intelligence and unlimited access to data, we appear on the brink of certain environmental annihilation. Using observation telescopes as the medium, my series ‘Observatorio’ explores the point of view of the outsider who is reflecting on the changing times and noting what is lost in periods of relentless, unscrupulous growth.

Through the telescopes, which bear the time-worn markings of public machinery, the viewer is presented with a sense of nostalgia and isolation; the subject of one’s gaze is both near and far, the view is clear yet marred by worn optics, dust and scratches, one is alone in a public space.

The distance that stretches between our hopes and our realities haunts us.

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