Javier Rey is a Colombian artist & photographer. His work has been shown in many collective exhibitions, one solo exhibition and several international art fairs such as ArtLima (Peru), Scope Art Fair (Miami) and La Feria Del Millón (Colombia). Rey's work has also appeared in books such as "Unlocked", by the Greek collective Atopos, and was chosen as one of the 145 most relevant visual artists and photographers on the web in 2015. His photographs in which he explores the physical structure and the possibilities of sculpture through photography have been featured in several publications in Colombia, the USA, Mexico, Germany, Spain, Denmark and other countries.


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El mundo atónito (the world thunderstruck)

An insipid notion (The astonished world) is a collection of unreal experiences caused by the feeling of late and inexperienced love, and the inability to fully know the experience of a love open to the world, public, without shame. "The lover is then separated from the world,  he un realizes it because he fantasizes, on the other hand, the adventures or utopias of his love; he surrenders to the Image, in relation to which everything disturbs him" (Lacan)


"The series, Entrelazar, is based on the selection of an urban element, the lamppost: a vertical element that rises above the urban landscape and is repeated in the city of Bogotá. The artist carries out the study where he allows the object to display its parts and generate a tangle of lines, knots, and even points that accumulate in layers to create a new landscape system.”

Abismarse (Engulfment)

The first encounter I had with the abyss, was arriving to a place that does not exist, a point suspended in time where I am without being. An unreal world expands in front of me, everything here is stripped of identity; it’s a void with volumes and textures in which I transit. The abyss is not aggressive, it is not violent, and it is not tangible, but it exists: “Is the abyss no more than an expedient annihilation? It would not be difficult for me to read the abyss, not as a repose, but as an emotion. I mask my mourning by an evasion; I dilute myself, I swoon in order to escape that density, that clogging which makes me into a responsible subject: I come out: it is ecstasy.”