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On November the twentieth-ninth of the year two thousand eighteen, we came across the breeze and the light of Los Caobos Park, one of the oldest parks in Caracas. This was our first destination. It was around Ernest Maragall’s group of sculptures that a journey began, which allowed us to look in all directions: sky, shadow, river, mountain, plaza, rain, frond, birds, fence, cement, noise.

A tiempo de nubes brings together a selection of thirteen pinhole photographs that are part of a group of forty-seven images presented in different products. We do not try to capture the trace of that city that is disappearing, nor to replace that already evaporated city with grieving images of a reality that is in constant combustion. We not only approach its urban space from our immediate time, but also from our personal and civic recollections.