Christ the King in Cali

“I remember the first time I saw a gun. I was in the living room of my dad’s cousin’s house. Black and shiny, with some worn edges, they held it in her hands as they admired it inch by inch as if the rest of the room had disappeared.”

Terrremoto I. Dissected Paso Fino
horse.

Manuel at home in Bogotá. The people who keep these memories do not want to be portrayed. They understand that crimes are not inherited. They also understand that social morality condemns them without their being guilty.

Beeper used by a drug dealer. In the archeology of the social objects of the time that I am registering, I seek to trace everything that in people’s memories connects with these memories and scenarios.

"Then they buried him as NN because he didn't have the money to bury him"

tombs in Popayán, Cauca. One of the most conflicting areas in Colombia.

Memories of Socorro.

“G.I. Joe my sister’s boyfriend, gave it to me. Since he was young he dedicated himself to strange businesses. Roldanillo has been a crooked town. From here is Jabon, Lollipop, Rasguño, all the drug traffickers of the last decades. Since that time, I have kept that doll because I had no way to buy another one; it was that Man who had a lot of money that gave it to me”

Device used by a drug dealer to steal calls by sounding keypad tones hacking into telephone networks.

plane landing in Medellin

“When I was a child, we used to go a lot to the farms of one of the Ochoa brothers, near Medellin and others that were in the sea. A cousin of my mother had married one of those brothers. Once, they took us out of there because there was a military raid at one of the New Year’s parties.
This jacket is from one of those parties. My dad was cold and they gave him this jacket that belonged to my cousin’s husband. Since then, the jacket has been in the house. He has already died. We never heard from the cousin again. I haven’t seen my cousin’s children for years.”