Fort Bravo
When I turned 18 my father gave me Ennio Morricone's The Very Best. Over the years, we spent many nights watching westerns on TV and, much later, when the Italian composer came to Madrid, I invited him to his concert, and we relived the songs from ‘The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly’, ‘Death had a price’ or ‘For a fistful of dollars’. That same summer of 2019, encouraged by the vibrant energy of that night, I went down to Almería to visit the sets of the best films of the genre and ended up in Fort Bravo.
I walked between the sawmill and the water tank and suddenly visualised this project: to investigate the essence of Westerns and my connection with them through the men, the architecture, and the landscape. And to celebrate with all this, a big exhibition at Fort Bravo, with my images hanging on the walls of their fort, like ‘Wanted’ posters.
Fort Bravo
When I turned 18 my father gave me Ennio Morricone's The Very Best. Over the years, we spent many nights watching westerns on TV and, much later, when the Italian composer came to Madrid, I invited him to his concert, and we relived the songs from ‘The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly’, ‘Death had a price’ or ‘For a fistful of dollars’. That same summer of 2019, encouraged by the vibrant energy of that night, I went down to Almería to visit the sets of the best films of the genre and ended up in Fort Bravo.
I walked between the sawmill and the water tank and suddenly visualised this project: to investigate the essence of Westerns and my connection with them through the men, the architecture, and the landscape. And to celebrate with all this, a big exhibition at Fort Bravo, with my images hanging on the walls of their fort, like ‘Wanted’ posters.