Narrative
North America

El Salvador is a place of triangles, like the masonic pyramid on its national flag. Three overlapping points in time, Lenca, Spaniard and independent Salvadorian. Shark-fin waves that push the surfers back towards the shore or toothily snap their boards into little As. The tessellation of stratovolcanoes that run along the country’s spine.

El Salvador is a place of triangles, like the masonic pyramid on its national flag. Three overlapping points in time, Lenca, Spaniard and independent Salvadorian. Shark-fin waves that push the surfers back towards the shore or toothily snap their boards into little As. The tessellation of stratovolcanoes that run along the country’s spine.

El Salvador

Sometimes it’s hard to sense the seismic shifts that result. Everyone sees the ones that erupt; a civil war, drug fuelled gang violence, a state of emergency, super-prisons, mass incarceration.
Harder to witness are the endless little dramas of two plus one, the was and is of human interplay, a nativity scene of threes in every church and house and bedroom.
Between the camera lens and my eyes a chronicle of just around the corner or beyond the edges. Never quite wide enough to capture any essence. Sometimes aware enough to know when I’m just opposite or adjacent. Always searching for my perfect hypotenuse.
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ANTHONY ELLIS