Joan Ramos Martínez

At the end of 2022, I picked up a camera my family had lent me, with no clear intention other than to start looking. I didn't know what I was searching for, only that something was there, waiting. What emerged was an unexpected language.

That same afternoon, standing on stairs at home and frustrated with every image I had taken, I looked up and saw the light falling almost by accident. I raised the camera without thinking and pressed the shutter. In that click, something was revealed—not just the image, but the person standing behind the lens. It was a simple moment, but full of truth. That sound became my first word.

Since then, I've wandered through Barcelona with open eyes, attentive to corners, passing footsteps, and unnoticed gestures. I'm drawn to what slips by: the silence of early mornings, the pauses between movements, the faces lost in thought. In those moments, I search for an echo of myself.