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Rosa Olivares
Until you drop
(Interview with Cristina García Rodero)
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CRISTINA GARCÍA RODERO,
Love Parade, Berlín, 1999
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They say a photograph makes you immortal, that once you're fixed
on that bit of paper, somewhere between magic and technique, which
is a photograph, you never die. Possibly the person who said that
was thinking about one of the thousands of characters who appear
in the work of Cristina García Rodero. They are a legion
of men and women; children eternally cheerful, their smiles and
gestures frozen for ever, who shine once again ever time people
look at them. But there is also a lot of sadness, perhaps the inevitable
sadness of knowing that eternity is not made for joy, that everything
was scarcely a fleeting moment; perhaps the sadness which comes
after the joy. It seems that there can be no pleasure without pain,
no joy without sadness. As at the liveliest party, after the laughter,
the food, the drink, the guffaws, the dancing, afterwards comes
a hangover which leaves us with our mouth, stomach and head empty
and sad. After the party in the streets, the next morning there
is only rubbish left, even if what was celebrated was a party of
life and love.
Cristina García Rodero knows a lot about parties, about
happiness and sadness. She knows a lot about people. She has been
travelling for years through the villages and towns of Spain and
everywhere else. Like a puppeteer, she goes from village to village,
party to party, smile to smile. She has witnessed rituals of life
and death, festivals which are religious and pagan, public and private.
Because at the end of the day they all coexist in each and every
one. The party may be the whole town's, a million and a half people
in one single spot, or two people who really adore each other and
can laugh and dance and enjoy themselves, turning their backs on
everything. Because the party is forgetting everything, going mad,
doing something different, or at least experiencing it in a special
way. Birthdays, births, weddings, reunions, triumphs, typical dates;
from the formal dress parties of upper class adolescents or 15th
birthdays amongst Latin American teenagers to old age pensioners'
dances, everything can be a party.
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CRISTINA GARCÍA RODERO,
La Tabúa, Zarza de Montánchez, Cáceres,
1985
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García Rodero's eye has been attentive to the inflexions
of bodies, the shadows of smiles, the snippets of scenes within
other scenes. She has known how to capture each individual detail
in major celebrations, rescuing people from amongst the masses and
the clichés. People who dance and laugh: who at that moment,
at least, were happy.... although later, as always after the party,
each one returns to his or her place and to his or her dull daily
life. Winner of the National Photography Prize and the most important
international awards, a teacher adored by her students, a photographer
admired and loved by virtually everyone, Cristina García
Rodero seems to have finally found a place amongst the most important
names in Spanish art today, not only amongst Spanish photographers.
Her presence at the last Venice Biennial in Harald Szeeman's selection
of artists was yet a further recognition, perhaps the most public
one, which international art has given her. Her exhibition on Haiti
in Madrid last year meant yet another meeting with a faithful public
and a professional sector increasingly less inclined towards parties
and fun. But faithful to herself, she continues her line and style
of life and work, now proposing that perhaps it is the moment to
begin to measure out her strength, to think twice about a trip,
and not accept any more commissions, to enjoy her life and her time
for herself, not for photography and for all her characters.
-Don't you get tired of doing parties, festivals and rituals all
over the world?
The thing is that I have a lot of staying power, I have a huge
amount of patience and I have dreams. I get it from my mother, who
I remember always with her eyes full of hope, she liked everything.
Everything seemed marvellous to her. She didn't want to miss out
on anything. That enthusiasm my mother always had, I think I also
have. But yes, it is true that as the years gradually pass, it's
not that you lose the enthusiasm, but you no longer have the same
energy and there are lots of other things which also interest you,
you realise that you no longer have your whole life in front of
you and that, in the best possible case, if life treats you well,
you have a few years left. And I don't want my life to be so full
of trips and reports instead of so many other things...and this
making the most of time and not losing your enthusiasm will be what
sets limits to this work. (
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