15 MINUTES OF FAME

The 15 minutes of fame that we could've had aren't coming. Life's red carpet isn't as radiant as seen on TV.

At some point we thought our existence was meant to do something, to take us far. We thought beauty would last forever, we thought fame was an imminent thing, and we though —eventually— we would be in the spotlight. But existence teaches that only a few make it, and many perish only accomplishing the ordinary. But, what happens when we realize that we are part of the "ordinary crowd"? All that made sense in our existence is no longer a possibility. We can, one: die; two: look for the real sense of our lives, or three: hang on to this delusional and obsolete idea.

These people, the ones that chose this remote road, the "stars" of our shady red carpet, are the ones showed in my latest series. These people keep praying for their I5 minutes, even if life keeps dodging them, they try harder and harder to make it, reaching frightening levels.

I present this subject from my own congenital coldness. I am not afraid of life's rudeness, I even prefer to make this theme my own. I rather look, analyze, defragment, and restate it in a way you can look at it and actually smile.