This series, taken when I was living in London is a diary of everyday insecurities observed in and through the landscapes I experienced every day. As an exploration of my own personal psychogeographical interpretation, I tried to identify the city’s defining features in order to understand and experience it as if it were my home. My time spent in London has been tough, intense and challenging in many ways. It was part of my personal plan to push myself beyond my comfort zone. I definitely can say I achieved that goal.
London is a city with a captivating pattern of buildings, in which one immediately breathes its acrid and human identity. An ocean of red bricks draws the eye and repeats itself throughout unifying and bringing harmony to the city, their warm color and granular texture imparts them with a soft quality making you want to reach out and touch, an ocean so vast you cannot see the end of. A contemporary Caput Mundi inhabited by a fragmented humanity of individuals driven by a common desire to fulfil themselves, constantly searching for something.
The British Isle is geographically detached from the European continent but its roots lie in a common ground that are inextricably linked for historical, political and economic reasons. I left England exactly one month before the British people voted to leave the European Union.
It was a very hard blow for everyone. Yet another example of a divisive policy seeking to salvage what it wants through the building of more barriers and protectionist policies which we have to remain weary and conscious of in Europe and throughout the world now more than ever.
Britons are islanders and they feel like it, living on an island in the middle of the world that needs bridges, links and connections to survive, like everyone else. In this no one is different. No one can really be an island, not even England.
“No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;…” John Donne