Personal

A series of portraits of familiar people I see more often than others.

On the 14th of November 2015 Saturday came unfortunately on the day after the terrorist atrocity in Paris where I was within 200 metres of the worst events.

A ten-year-old boy was drowning. Fear had already left him. The green strands of water weed flowed before his eyes.

"If I’ve ever felt used by you photographing me... I had never even thought about that. And frankly, I got slightly offended by your question."

The new issue of 'dienacht' is out now, including a Special Edition with a super limited Riso printed Zine!

A four day kick off meeting was happening in August 2016. During the next year the participants will work on a series matching the theme Youth / The Future.

This serie is the result of three years of traveling, from the south to the south. As we lost ourselves in seven countries, from the north to the north.

“We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life”

dienacht Publishing proudly presents: Carles Mercader Fulquet – 無 (Mu).

While talking in my sleep, I mumbled “no problem”.

I survived a serious car accident in 2013. I was close to death, and reality – one that I had been adapting to with difficulty – slipped through my fingers.

I am the earth./That doesn’t move./I am the earth./A fleshy stone./I inflict myself the decoration of this empty room./There’s dust in every corner.

Animals burrow holes, people dig pits. Animals hide in the holes, people despise norms and fall into their pits. Animals get outside, into familiar world.