Anna Jornet


Some years ago this family decided to move to a house isolated in the mountains. Île walks along the world they have built for themselves, trying to understand its essence while taking distance from the collective imaginary of this way of living. So throughout their silence and intimacy Île explores the implications of choosing a life out of the social norm and in contact with nature, focusing on the encounter with oneself, the dreams, the yearning to discover and the family’s identity. Île conceives nature like they have shown me, as part of the human being, as a space that determines the perception of time and nourishes inner observation, curiosity and creativity. This project raises considerations about the concepts of freedom and isolation –given their double nature of physical condition and state of mind- and how they transcend into love, fears, the relationship with nature and innocence.






Anna Jornet Puig (Girona, Spain, 1983). Initially graduated in Economics and Law. Later, after being fascinated by the photographs of William Eggleston and Graciela Iturbide, Jornet decided she wanted to become a photographer so she enrolled at the Documentary Photography Centre in Barcelona (CFD Barcelona) and at El Observatorio (Barcelona). Jornet been one of the recipients of Can Basté Foundation Grants –for an individual exhibition in Barcelona- and she has been selected to participate in Descubrimientos PhotoEspaña 2017. Her project Île has been exhibited at PA-TA-TA Festival, the Emergent Photography Festival of Granada, and it will be soon exhibited at DOCField Barcelona 2017 and at Encontros da Imagem of Braga 2017.


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4 thoughts on “Anna Jornet – Île”

  1. I violated my own policy and first looked at this on my phone. Nothing struck me and I forgot about it. But after seeing hharry and Akaky’s comments, I took another look. Both are correct. Strong portraits. Wonderful pictures.

    I suppose the lively comment sections of old are gone for good, killed by Facebook and Instagram, but I sure would like to see them return. There was a life and sense of community in those comment sections that cannot be duplicated on FB/IG.

  2. Okay, ask and you shall receive, just like old times:

    “I want a roast beef sandwich, but without the roast beef. I’m a vegetarian.” I’ve heard my share of very odd requests at The Horny Toad, the bar where I spend many of my off the clock hours, but this one seemed odder than usual. There is, to my knowledge, no substitute for roast beef in a roast beef sandwich, the roast beef and the salt, pepper, and other sundry condiments being the whole point of the roast beef sandwich. There is a word for a roast beef sandwich without the roast beef, yes there is, and that word is bread. I suppose that somewhere there may be an acceptable substitute for the roast beef in a roast beef sandwich, but I do not believe that any of these substitutes would be acceptable to a vegetarian. Roast pork, roast goat, roast lamb, roast choose any four-legged protein source you want, no vegetarian will surrender the smug attitude of moral superiority that comes with saying, I don’t eat meat, just so that they can have a roast beef sandwich without the roast beef. Our bovine craving veggie eater could use a nice bit of fried eggplant on her sandwich, but for your average vegetarian frying anything other than a Republican is a most evil and wicked practice, comparable to bashing cute little kitty cats over the head with a baseball bat and then drinking their blood, and therefore is not a practice that any decent person who believes in the sanctity of both the human body and cute little kitty cats would choose to engage in.

    And then there is tuna fish, although it is difficult, if not impossible, to see how anyone could mistake a tuna fish sandwich for a roast beef sandwich; doing so would truly be a victory of mind over matter. In addition, it is also difficult for me to see the moral difference between eating a cow and eating a fish, unless the genetic accident of having fins instead of feet permits the peckish plant enthusiast to indulge a perverse proclivity for protein while simultaneously salving a guilty conscience. I can see no moral reason why vegetarians should consider the footless and fancy free tuna to be a legitimate source of dinner, whereas they would protect the cow from the dinner plate with the religious intensity of Hindus. This hardly seems fair to the fish and privileges a terrestrial creature over a maritime one, which is the sort of rank specieist discrimination I think we can all agree has no place in modern American life. So the next time you feel like a roast beef sandwich without the roast beef, eat the bread instead. But make sure that it’s wheat bread and filled with gluten. You can hate gluten these days and I’m sure it has done something to deserve its fate.

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