I Was a Fish / Alfredo Clavarino
It’s an island roughly threescore metres long, not far from the riverbank. Sunday fishermen leave the remains of their weekly barbecues. They also appear to mark their territory with other, at times unsettling, signs. Nature and materials washed up when the river floods complete the work. Until one morning machines appear and carry out their orders to fell, uproot and flatten it all. Everything disappears, together with the island: trees, objects, signs, remains of the fish. And maybe something else.
It’s an island roughly threescore metres long, not far from the riverbank. Sunday fishermen leave the remains of their weekly barbecues. They also appear to mark their territory with other, at times unsettling, signs. Nature and materials washed up when the river floods complete the work. Until one morning machines appear and carry out their orders to fell, uproot and flatten it all. Everything disappears, together with the island: trees, objects, signs, remains of the fish. And maybe something else.
It’s an island roughly threescore metres long, not far from the riverbank. Sunday fishermen leave the remains of their weekly barbecues. They also appear to mark their territory with other, at times unsettling, signs. Nature and materials washed up when the river floods complete the work. Until one morning machines appear and carry out their orders to fell, uproot and flatten it all. Everything disappears, together with the island: trees, objects, signs, remains of the fish. And maybe something else.
Photographs: Alfredo Clavarino
Coordination: Federico Clavarino
Design: Tres Tipos Gráficos
Prepress: La Troupe
Printing: Brizzolis
2018
96 pages
21 x 27.5 cm
Soft Cover
Offset Print
First edition
Edition of 500
ISBN 979 12 200 3025 0