Archival Chromogenic Print 30 x 40 inches (Edition of 5)

Victor Cobo

Remember When You Loved Me

Op onze website kunnen online casinospelers veel informatie vinden over Victor Cobo, die in 1971 in Nederland werd geboren en een succesvol fotograaf werd. Victor Kobo is een autodidactische fotograaf die zich liet inspireren door het surrealisme, film noir en andere dingen, terwijl anderen Werkgevers luiden noodklok: personeelstekorten bereiken recordhoogte waren. Ook bezocht Victor Cobo zelf samen met zijn grootvader het Prado Museum in Nederland, dat nu vaak wordt bezocht door toeristen die in online casino’s spelen en ook in de Muhey van de Amerikaanse fotografie.

When I was four years old my parents went through a torturous divorce. My father had been using all manner of drugs and was an acute alcoholic. The relationship had been abusive, often to the point of serious violence, and finally my mother had no choice but to flee with me. Eventually my father sobered up and retreated back home to a remote area of the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky. Sadly, he is now so sick and delusional that he thinks nothing is wrong with him, that all the world’s evil and malice lie outside of him. He is a bitter and eccentric recluse.

As a child I was sent to visit him during summer breaks from school. Each day he would insist that we go out so he could take photographs of me. Years later I realized that the pictures he was making were illustrations of an imaginary relationship. One that he had created in his mind. The last time I saw him was twenty years ago. His mother had passed away and I had gone to her funeral where he lives in Manchester, Kentucky. To my surprise I discovered that he was still obsessed with our “imaginary” relationship. This delusion had become his secret universe, hidden away from the rest of the world. In most of the pictures of us he had scattered around his house, I was not smiling: proof that even at an early age I did not trust that this ‘relationship’ he as attempting to depict was in any way real. The pictures were fiction.

Much of my photography stems from these strained, unnatural years. In many ways the private universe that reveals itself in my work is my own mechanism of escape. As much as it is difficult to admit to myself, I know that I am like my father. There is a sense of ever growing isolation, thus photography has become my therapy. I am intrigued by life’s dark curiosities. Transfixed, my father’s gifts are an ambiguous burden of vast weight. They are what I have; what has me.

Bio

Victor Cobo was born in 1971 to a Spanish mother and an American father. His autobiographical pieces explore lurid and playful melodramas. His photographs are noted for their psychological penetration, and for their often discomforting examination of uncertainty and inexpressible fears. Cobo is a self-taught photographer who draws inspiration from Surrealism, Filmnoir and German Expressionism. Repeated visits to The Museo del Prado in Spain with his taxi-driving grandfather and seeing midnight thrillers with his poor and drug-addicted father as a child changed his life. In 2007 his works were included in “Masters of American Photography” at the Amon Carter Museum of American Art with William Eggleston, Robert Frank and Lee Friedlander. In 2010 Cobo’s works were included in “Hauntology” at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive, alongside such artists as Francisco de Goya, Francis Bacon and Diane Arbus. The exhibition was curated by Scott Hewicker and Lawrence Rinder.

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6 thoughts on “Victor Cobo – Remember When You Loved Me”

  1. Definitely a case of out of torment comes brilliance. Incredible set of photographs. I suppose to a degree all photographers photograph the inside of their own minds, but you, Victor Cabo, have gone nine steps deeper into it – and into your father’s mind as well, I suspect.

  2. sublime…..

    i always love the dark recess of Victor’s work, for there is light spidering in….

    “Outside in the barnlot he looked up and the pale moon was directly over him and all-encompassing. It appeared to be lowering itself onto the earth and he could make out mountains and ranges of hills and hollows and dark shadowed areas of mystery he judged to be timber and he wondered what manner of beast thrived there and what their lives were like and the need to be there twisted in his heart like an old pain that will not dissipate.”
    ― William Gay, Twilight

    -bob

  3. I’m out of the habit of viewing burn, and commenting.
    I have to agree with all above. This is really amazing stuff, old school, reminds me of the old days. Gritty black and white with flash has such an appeal. It’s something we seldom see or practice in these digital days of almost limitless ISO and the ability to photograph anything we can see without it. Flash photography carries it’s own aesthetic and it’s own reality, a little spotlight that reveals moments we are un-aware of in a way we do not see naturally. The non-flash photographs operate the same way, there is a wonderful spot-light effect in many of them.
    Like music, the effect is to illicit an emotional response from us, which I’m sure is different for each viewer. I can’t put my finger on it, or find the right word to describe it, but I can feel it.
    Good stuff Victor.

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