THE MIRROR CHAIR PROJECT

2015
11 April
17:30

In 2015, due to a move, I lost my hospital Diary written in 2001 and a very important part of my life went away with it.

On February the 1st, 2001, my life completely changed. I was walking away from an ATM in Barcelona’s Joaquim Costa Street, number 35 and, in the darkness of the night, an unknown person thought I was a policeman and attacked me. He caused me a traumatic brain injury with severe neurological damage.

I was hospitalized for 9 months in the Vall d’Hebron hospital. When I recovered the mobility of my left hand, I felt the need to write a diary. I was unable to describe my own emotions facing the dramas of the other ward mates who were there with me. My mobility got better and I was able to handle myself with a wheelchair. I asked for my small 35mm camera, an Olympus Mju II. I felt the urge of creating images and, through them, try to release my own stress. Writing and making photographs have been my salvation.

Desperate, I hit the streets to see if I can find it and, in a psychomagic impulse, I returned to the place of the aggression.

When I was close, I got surprised that the same ATM was still there. I wanted to see myself walking away from it once again. With my pinhole camera, I took a shot of my reflection on its door.

This self-portrait gave me an idea: to roam along the road to the place where everything ended and started at the same time. All the way down, I was able to see myself reflected on every door and store window. I’ve got myself immersed in the concept of ​​the looking-glass: as if I were in another reality unconnected to time.

Without any distraction, I shoot the street while connecting with the surroundings. I pictured the street as a great mirror. While searching for reverberations of what my mind was projecting outwards, I let myself be carried away by the idea of going through that mirror to find my lost diary.

I was trying to find a light from the past, the light from 2001, the echo of its reflection in the streets. ¿Is it possible that the things that had happened to us can be, in some way, reflected in our present as if it were distant stars in time? ¿Would that be the human memory? ¿Is it possible to capture its light?  I should have invoked something because my diary finally appeared.

2001
1 February
00:40

2015
11 April
17:30

In 2015, due to a move, I lost my hospital Diary written in 2001 and a very important part of my life went away with it.

On February the 1st, 2001, my life completely changed. I was walking away from an ATM in Barcelona’s Joaquim Costa Street, number 35 and, in the darkness of the night, an unknown person thought I was a policeman and attacked me. He caused me a traumatic brain injury with severe neurological damage.

I was hospitalized for 9 months in the Vall d’Hebron hospital. When I recovered the mobility of my left hand, I felt the need to write a diary. I was unable to describe my own emotions facing the dramas of the other ward mates who were there with me. My mobility got better and I was able to handle myself with a wheelchair. I asked for my small 35mm camera, an Olympus Mju II. I felt the urge of creating images and, through them, try to release my own stress. Writing and making photographs have been my salvation.

Desperate, I hit the streets to see if I can find it and, in a psychomagic impulse, I returned to the place of the aggression.

When I was close, I got surprised that the same ATM was still there. I wanted to see myself walking away from it once again. With my pinhole camera, I took a shot of my reflection on its door.

This self-portrait gave me an idea: to roam along the road to the place where everything ended and started at the same time. All the way down, I was able to see myself reflected on every door and store window. I’ve got myself immersed in the concept of ​​the looking-glass: as if I were in another reality unconnected to time.

 

 

 

Without any distraction, I shoot the street while connecting with the surroundings. I pictured the street as a great mirror. While searching for reverberations of what my mind was projecting outwards, I let myself be carried away by the idea of going through that mirror to find my lost diary.

I was trying to find a light from the past, the light from 2001, the echo of its reflection in the streets. ¿Is it possible that the things that had happened to us can be, in some way, reflected in our present as if it were distant stars in time? ¿Would that be the human memory? ¿Is it possible to capture its light?  I should have invoked something because my diary finally appeared.

2001
1 February
00:40