A Photographer Who Writes About Philosophy
A story about life, wonder, and what makes us human in the age of intelligent machines.
Photo Magazine
Interview with Pablo Corral Vega published in the French magazine Photo, accompanied by his most recent work on artificial intelligence.
A discussion on AI
If there is a machine that talks and apparently thinks, then it is not language that makes us unique. What makes us unique? The more pressing philosophical question is what makes us human?
Gestión Cultural
El concurso POY LATAM En el año 2011, junto con mi querido amigo Loup Langton, creamos el concurso de fotografía POY Latam, con el apoyo de Pictures of the Year International. Quito, Fortaleza, San Miguel de Allende y Barcelona han sido sedes de un concurso que con los años se ha convertido en el más grande e…
American Bestiary
Since I was a child I have been fascinated by bestiaries, especially medieval ones. The hybrid animals that all cultures have generated are symbols of our shadows, representations of the monster that the whole of humanity breeds in its entrails.
Octopus skin
Sometimes art is so powerful that it blends with life. After 100 minutes of contemplation, of poetic brushstrokes, I have been left with the certainty that to overcome meaninglessness, abandonment, we only have skin and poetry.
The man who made people happy
My friend Jean Francois Zurawik was the man who made people happy. It was his obsession, his reason for living. He was the visionary who made the Fete des Lumieres in Lyon the most visited mass event in Europe.
A powerful and kind mirror
A few hours ago, my much-admired friend Margaret Sayers-Peden, or Petch, one of the great Spanish to English translators, died. She never got to read this letter.
Above the clouds the world remains undisturbed
When I can return to the sea, to my mountains, to my cloud forests, I hope I will be able to feel that same amazement.
Nostalgia and Utopia
My utopia has become simpler… I now have nostalgia of the loves that will come, of the trips I have not yet taken, of health as power and capacity. Saudade of the future skin, of the perfect utopia of dialogue and learning, of the music that saves and lifts us up, of being free from fear.
Without memory there can be no identity
Speech by Pablo Corral Vega, Secretary of Culture, on the Day of Interculturality. I maintain that identity is built around three great forces: memory, intimacy and the encounter with others.
We speak to connect with one another
Speech at the 2018 Quito Book Fair and portraits of Haruki Murakami during the event. We speak to connect with one another, language is the mirror in which we discover ourselves.
Election of Miss Rurality
Speech during the election of the queen of rurality in Calacalí. It was especially difficult to write this text because I am opposed to beauty pageants but I consider it important to respect the traditions of rurality.
Intimacy is political
Speech at the opening of the exhibition of the same name. When we allow ourselves to observe the political dimension of intimacy we are forced to be defenders at all costs of tenderness, of consent.
Cultures do not dialogue, people dialogue
Speech for the day of multiculturalism. Indians do not dialogue with mestizos, nor do blacks dialogue with whites. It is human beings who dialogue
My Garden in the Wilds
This book is a personal, an extremely personal, portrait of Ecuador, of my country, of my homeland. I have traveled its roads in an attempt to find healing following the death of Carolina, trying to find a formula for converting grief into beauty.
Photography as language
Professional photographers have lost the exclusivity of photographic language. Billions of people can now take high quality photos and also share them, that is, use them beyond the private sphere.
Remembering Harvard
In the summer, one sheds all extra clothing, casting off one’s belongings to the point of near-nakedness. Without memory. Without dreams. Without knowledge.
Gabo is not dead
I’ve heard a terrible rumor. They’re saying that Gabriel Garcia Marquez is dead. Who could think up such a hoax? To say that Gabo is dead is the same as saying that Aureliano Buendía never existed.
I don’t wish you happiness
Happiness is a glass of fresh water on a hot day, the breeze on your skin, the evening light that kisses everything with its honey.
Luigi Stornaiolo
The great master Luigi Stornaiolo, one of the most important plastic artists of Ecuador, has fun while painting a picture in the Seseribó Salsoteca in Quito.
This is my Tango
This is the text I wrote in October 2012 as an introduction to the book Tango, published by Dinediciones. It is a postcard taken halfway through, from a project that has taken me decades.
Eros
Nothing as important as love. Nothing that touches us so intimately. Nothing that expresses more fully the desolation of solitude, the abyss, doubt.
Tango
Nostalgia and sensuality need one another and nourish one another. It’s a virtuous circle: to overcome nostalgia one must declare the triumph of the senses, assert the concrete importance of the here and now.
Cambodia
The waters of the Tonle Sap River look still, almost motionless. The river is in no hurry. This is the city of Phnom Penh, flowing alongside the river. Fishermen drift by with their precious cargo.
Australia
The plains of central Australia are a horizontal chasm. One’s eyes can travel no more than a few yards across the flat continent, and they find relief only in the immensity of the sky.
The Andes
When you climb up to those peaks, far off in the distance you see mountains that are even higher yet — mountains surrounded by dark forests, terrible and mysterious mountains impossible to climb.
Landscapes of Silence
This is a project I began in 1985. Every weekend I would drive out to the mountain. On those trips, I grew to know the wind. The wind is the voice of the mountain.
Romania
Romania is a country that suffered for decades under the black hand of a messianic government whose mission was to re-found the nation. In the name of utopias, governments have created poverty.
Rio Carnival
The first time I went to Rio, I was captivated — changed, in fact — by the city’s charms. “What are these uncomplicated people made of, that they smile so spontaneously, walk so self-confidently?
Introduction to the book ’25’
When we press the shutter, we are saying Here I am; This moment matters, I matter; These are the people I love; I wish this moment would last.
Balcony of the Clouds
Sometimes when I need to go back to the house of my beginnings, the house that is center and point of reference, the place where identity is formed, I travel to a place in the mountains that is far above the clouds. There I forget for a moment the daily struggle, the fear of death…
The heart when it hurts
¿You ask me what the Andes are? Let me tell you. In Quechua, the eastern Cordillera is called Antis or Antisuyo. When you climb these peaks you see in the distance much higher mountains, mountains surrounded by jungle, impossible to climb, terrible and mysterious.
Questions without an answer
How does the last orange taste?
What becomes of an island that knows no poetry?
How much is a tear worth in the desert?
From Patagonia to the Caribbean
South America is a continent of geographic extremes. There we find the largest tropical rain forest on the planet and the driest desert, and on its west an entire coastline, from Patagonia to the shores of the Caribbean, is dominated by the Andes.
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