A POISON CALLED MAN

For years I have sought out territories shaped exclusively by nature, places where time and the elements act without interference.

At some point, it became necessary to confront a transformation of a different origin.

In Riotinto, the process is different.

Centuries of mining have irreversibly altered the soil and waters. Metals and sediments have redefined the landscape, generating surfaces dense with reds, oranges, and oxidations.

These forms can be surprisingly seductive.
But their origin introduces unease.

Here, the transformation doesn't stem from fire, ice, or wind, but from prolonged human pressure. Man becomes a geological agent.

A Poison Called Man collects landscapes where attraction and anguish coexist in the same space.