“Our love, like the sea, with every wave that moves away, takes a piece of our being”

On my last trip, I took only my analog camera—a Canon AE1 and Kodak Gold 200 film—an artifact as nostalgic as the memories I intended to capture. For four days, I escaped the clamor of the city to immerse myself in the serenity of the beaches of Magdalena, Colombia. Between the waves and the sand, I sought to lose myself, disconnect, and, above all, forget.

They say that each photograph is the artist’s self-portrait, and I have heard many talented friends say it is in pain that they find their creativity. I had never considered it, but now I understand why nostalgia and the past are seductive. My art is born from a broken heart, from the fragments that time leaves behind. The passage of time carries us all away, and art is the invisible thread that ties us to those days that, though they will never return, remain etched in our memory.

photography and words by Alexander Tarazona

Alexander Tarazona also contributed to our C-Heads print volume 38. The issue delves into the art of slowing down, celebrates the joy of crafting, invites you to feel the freedom from society’s temporal constraints, and captures the alluring sentiment that everything looks more beautiful under the sun.