Weightless At Last
In Weightless At Last, Berlin-based photographer Jon Cuadros tackles the wall between himself and the world around him. Drawing on his affinity for poetry, Weightless At Last reads like a 5-year visual diary that eschews traditional narrative elements, presenting a story through shadowy vignettes of low-fi fine art photography and off-the-cuff snaps that explore the intersection of the autobiographical and the universal.
There’s comfort in believing photographs document the reality of things, but reality doesn’t belong to us. We’re bound to see everything differently, and what lingers in these collected fragments isn’t fact. They offer some truth beyond names and maps: loss, vulnerability, longing— the feelings that make us human.
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Weightless At Last
In Weightless At Last, Berlin-based photographer Jon Cuadros tackles the wall between himself and the world around him. Drawing on his affinity for poetry, Weightless At Last reads like a 5-year visual diary that eschews traditional narrative elements, presenting a story through shadowy vignettes of low-fi fine art photography and off-the-cuff snaps that explore the intersection of the autobiographical and the universal.
There’s comfort in believing photographs document the reality of things, but reality doesn’t belong to us. We’re bound to see everything differently, and what lingers in these collected fragments isn’t fact. They offer some truth beyond names and maps: loss, vulnerability, longing— the feelings that make us human.
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In Weightless At Last, Berlin-based photographer Jon Cuadros tackles the wall between himself and the world around him. Drawing on his affinity for poetry, Weightless At Last reads like a 5-year visual diary that eschews traditional narrative elements, presenting a story through shadowy vignettes of low-fi fine art photography and off-the-cuff snaps that explore the intersection of the autobiographical and the universal.
There’s comfort in believing photographs document the reality of things, but reality doesn’t belong to us. We’re bound to see everything differently, and what lingers in these collected fragments isn’t fact. They offer some truth beyond names and maps: loss, vulnerability, longing— the feelings that make us human.
