Landscape fragments

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There are millions of vestiges unnoticed by the common passerby that show a terrain impregnated by bodies, of the passing lives that touch the concrete, I speak of those who have the street as "home", those humans who become invisible and lose themselves In the gloom of the Bogota night, those who take refuge in the wild corners of this crude magical realism, camouflage themselves, dissolve, become ephemeral spots that pictorially give light to that transit liquid that carves wrinkles and erodes spaces, converting the not places in places. This semionaut is trying to detach fragments of the urban envelope in order to reveal the divine from the concrete and as a result this series of photographs of sporadic encounters: hair, urine, excrement, skin, boxer shorts, bazooka and blood, which they leave behind. an auratic image that aesthetically contains the life of a chaotic and violent city in the middle of a new territory of “peace”.