Abstract Minimal

This collection was shot during a solo trip to Valencia, where I spent a week immersed in wandering thought and quiet observation. As the days unfolded, the city’s textures, light, and silences stirred memories and sensations surfaced unbidden and fragmentary. What emerged alongside the images are these vignettes: small, poetic excavations of nostalgia, grief, desire, and absurdity. They are not captions, but emotional echoes, impressions etched into time and place.

Nostalgia  

I sat in the Valencian February sun thawing the fug of hibernation. Face burning I pulled the crumpled broadsheet out of my rucksack. Folding it over my eyes, skidded over the headline, broken politics; conjuring crack, it spun it through my mind.    

Data smokescreen; their invisible shadow. 

I ordered a glass of Rioja, and it tasted like muddy footprints in the fecund earth.   

The Memorial  

Furry bodies decay in the cavities of the old tenement walls

Luminous traces on their snouts  

Kissed by a lullaby to their death

I am the wire chair

Stuck

In an assiduous flow of pernicious repurposed updates.    

Blood-Curdling Ex   

Each one, a carefully constructed meditation of destructive perfection. A dial-in dopamine fix when the only alleviation is to warp the angle. Dead love. There is nothing without the memory of each one of you. Filth: cornucopia bite marks, bruises mating spine to tentacle. We licked away our terrible deeds. On the corner, a tree curving in to dote on a lamppost. Just wanna be close to you in murderous repetition.     

The Promenade 

Rhythmic footsteps I head back to the Airbnb mind clutching a ceramic egg head on a spring. I am seven; bouncing it up and down until it smashes. The tips of my fingers glued together. Sloe, pricked by the thorn. A capturing essence practice.