A pesar de estar encantada porque Sevilla me recibe con una lluvia que es una pura maravilla, mi gozo pronto se cae a un pozo en cuanto mi jovial “Hola” se enfrenta al lúgubre taxista que ha de transportar mis tristes huesos hasta mi destino final.
Text for the exhibition “Becoming unprecious”, Tokyo 2003.
At the beginning it was the unkind one who told me “This is invalid, the image is blurred”. Maybe. Or the fact that I was looked 4so strange when taking my negatives to the shops. Maybe. Or maybe my true and only teenage experience of being -let`s say- “not-officially-beautiful” while others were. The fact is that I grew up with a kind of feeling about WHAT is correct and WHAT is not but over all WHY some things are VALID and WHY some others are INVALID…( suspecting, of course, that I was an INVALID thing because of my not-official-beauty).
Becoming unprecious is my pleasant way of asking people to see beyond official views. These are my residual points of view, my rejected images, my non-official-beauty, unprecious and unprecise images.
There is beauty where you want to find it, and meaning in whatever element if you are ready to read it. It is easier to accept official views. But by his way, you are loosing your own.
This lomographies where exhibited in the Pink Cow Gallery in Tokyo, 2003.
Otilia Martín Art and Visions 