Ana Tornel

Espíritus Transitorios

Abandoned factory. For seven days, Ana Tornel takes over the space. Then, the unexpected happens. Men and women return, sharing stories of their work and lives from those times. With their mechanical noises, their precise gestures at the machines. Suspended in space, every gaze, every word still floats, the murmur of a ghostly past so deeply inscribed in every corner that it has become indelible. Just as Lewis Hine would have liked.

Tomorrow, that factory will be converted into the current Textile Museum of Vilassar de Dalt. How does the photographic instant illustrate this suspended step between imminence and reminiscence? Through objects, it captures the metaphysical languor that permeates the images. Undoubtedly, photographic magic lies in harmonizing disconnected times with the present moment, weaving with all its threads the unique fabric from which they emerge.

Retinal persistence at the crossroads of time. Traces of an eternal fatigue, from which men can only be freed by oblivion. That same oblivion that ultimately reveals itself as the central theme of this slow process of disappearance, where the image seeks to bear witness and through which the extreme contemporaneity of the artist’s gaze emerges. A return to presence in the vertigo of lived time, in the concrete strangeness of our reality filled with artifacts, machines, ambitions—ultimately, all weighing as much as dreams do.