The Artist, The Humble Boy and The Old Lion
A retrospective with profound words and rare images
Fort Lauderdale - Miami
Nicolás was born in Bogotá, Colombia. He is an Audiovisual Producer and photographer with a Bachelor's Degree in Social Communication from the Javeriana University of Bogotá.
He worked for the RCN channel of Colombia as an investigative reporter. In 2006 he traveled to Fort Lauderdale where he has lived ever since. He has worked in different fields of the audiovisual production in independent projects.
He has 15 years working as a producer and video editor in Miami television. At the moment he alternates his work with photography and writing. In 2014 he was awarded with an Emmy® in the category of Investigative Report.
Compendium of my Artistic Self-Awareness
I was born in 1981. I had to because there was no other choice at the time. I was forced to learn how to crawl to feed my senses, my act. After a couple of earth rotations, I learned to walk and I ran. The wind finally hit my face. Suddenly, I could see and I saw. The world was sick but I realized that I had the power to still see beauty in it. So, I stayed. And here I am playing with filters and trying to manage my ego levels.
I'VE HAD MANY NAMES
Joakim Dohundae when I was 15. Juan Nicolás Arturo from 18 to 23 years old. Maximiliano Salazar in my early 30's. Narciso Nicolás Maximiliano when I was around 34 years old and currently, NGHTMRSNDRMS. I am 37.
Names have always been something very hard for me to deal with. Just call me Nick or Nico if you are from where I'm from.
MY LADY AND I
SITTING AT THE GATES
OF OUR KINGDOM
I'm the one that says: "Mmm... How did he take this picture? I should try to do something like that... How do I make it look like I'm not trying to copy it? I will never be that good..." After a month, I'm the one that says: "Mmm... I think I just created my own style." Two days later: "Now I find it very basic, people is not going to recognize it." Two months later: "I'm tired of blue but all my work has been blue." So I begin to use yellow, eventually I'll get tired of yellow as well. This insurgency of my creativity happens because I'm only an - Everyday human - and i just can't become slave of a style or a color. For slavery I already have my work and my socially imposed routines. Instead, this intent of art that I call "My photography," is my road to freedom and I can't compromise my free will.
What else can I complain about? At the moment I'm obsessed with Salmon... Etc.