All mortals are equal under the light of the Sun. Are we the same in the depths? Black is a journey through the landscapes that the forgotten survives. It documents the questions offered by the people, moments, and presences that cling to the limit of light in the streets of Caracas, in hotels, hospitals, ruins, even in the disheveled crowns of trees or in the black foliage. The possibility of losing or redeeming our faith is equivalent to the feeling of embrace or shame of these visions, which want to sneak in so that we see deep inside ourselves. BLACK is a trip. A silent testimony, infinite rage, a look at my impossible nostalgia, at the monsters that inhabit me when all the lights go out and I hide behind the camera. BLACK is an opaque, concave, cracked mirror, my most painful and rainy photograph, the argument of invisible lives portrayed in an act of profound irreverence and humility. Photographer: Ernesto Costante Curator: Ricardo Jimenez Texts:by Keila Vall de la Ville Rafael Arráiz Luca Indira Rojas
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