June 3 to July 3, 2021
"When I try to remember what I looked like when I was young, it is blurred in my memory. I have become very accustomed to the way I look today, and the way I look today is very strange to me. Maybe there is something in my skin that has been maintained over time. I am not sure. At some point all of us old men have had the fleeting ability to shine like comets. But time takes away these sparkles and makes their reflections disappear."
Zakaria Tamer
I have always had an eagerness to compile, as if I suffered from a Diogenes syndrome of residual images, filing, ordering like a librarian, people, landscapes or objects that for one reason or another captivated me. Trying to connect them with some themes that particularly interest me: unconditional love, the passage of time, the pain inflicted as a measure of control, the loss...
In one of my searches an image of an artistic model from the forties appeared in a pose reminiscent of classical Greek statues, this will be the first of the 7000 different images collected in the first three months of research, contacting collectors, of nude or semi-nude male models, made before 1980. The result of this compilation is the substrate of "All the old men".
"All the old men" is the relationship of the passage of time, from these photographs of young men superimposed that create ghostly bodies of blurred faces, whose members are kept in an eternal bustle or mysterious movement, creating a representation of all men. Perhaps the photographic fact also distances us from the concept of humanity, despite the recognition of the male figure that metamorphoses taking on monstrous visages where only some parts of the body are recognizable. The rest is transformed into a mirage of rooms and landscapes that form a set where all the possible places between the interior and the exterior interfere.
The passage of time thus becomes inexorable and turbulent, leading us to the destruction of the memory of our image, or to a faulty reconstruction of it.
