A series made along the years since I arrived to Denmark. It is an essay about a concrete place and a state of mind. The place is the Assistens Kirkegaard, a cemetery in Copenhagen, in the hood of Nørrebro, the most multi-ethnical area in the city. In this cemetery is also where many big Danish names are buried, like H.C. Andersen, Søren Aaby Kierkegaard or Niels Bohr, but it is also used as a park to make picnics, sunbathing, celebrate birthdays and make love among the deads. The series works as a meditation about the uses of photography as a medium. Photography is dying, somehow, from its capacity of testimony, function as a witness of the real. When I discovered photography, I was fascinated with its intrinsic metaphysical character of playing with time and the dead. A medium that was allowed to register and froze a moment that was instantly gone and dead, in order to make it possible to revive it somewhere else in an open future. Ongoing.   

How to die