It is impossible to remain indifferent to the enchantment of such a singular port called “Pancho” by the sailors who come there. Touring Valparaíso with its hills, streets, stairs and elevators that go up and down getting lost in the sky or in the sea, seduces and traps.

Its “crazy geography of a crazy port”, as Pablo Neruda wrote, gives it a special peculiarity. From its labyrinthine hills and ravines hang the most diverse houses facing the sea, defying gravity.

When wandering through its narrow streets you can hear the whisper of its inhabitants who share their intimacy with us.

Valparaíso enchanted me, which is why I spent ten years perched on its hills, trapping and carrying its images full of nostalgia to my canvases.

Nostalgia for a past time, a time of slow walking, a time of contemplative life, alien to our senseless and vertiginous contemporary society.

Experience Valparaíso in its abandonment. Observe its decadence, added to the neglect on the one hand and the impotence of the porteños themselves on the other, which is devastating.
This is one of the reasons that prompted me to capture its images on my canvases, before time took care of erasing them definitively.