Colorado Color Palette
"For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
In 2018, I found a particular location that caught my eye: The view was something between a candid life artwork that could have been painted by a baroque artist like Jan Brueghel the Elder, and a couple of pages from "Where is Waldo?"
I couldn't capture that very first image quick enough, but I think this later one is also pretty accurate:
I spent a couple of hours browsing the location, screen-capturing some more images now and then, but soon enough I realized that even though the location was damn interesting, the images didn't have any narrative at all nor photographic interest.
The propinquity with "Where is Waldo?" led me to this small experiment where the landscape is just the context for some other smaller stories. The exaggerated expansion of the pixels turned the baroque images into Morisot-esque watercolors, and from the small pieces, a new story found its own narrative.
Each photograph, while set in the vibrant and dynamic environment of a swimming pool, captures moments of individual isolation.
The central theme of the project is pretty obvious: the paradox of feeling alone in a crowded place. The swimming pool, typically a symbol of communal activity and joy, is transformed into a stage where individuals are absorbed in their own worlds. This portrayal reflects a common urban experience, where one can be physically close to others yet emotionally distant.
