Vulcan

Three overlapping points in time; Lenca, Spaniard and Salvadorian. 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.

Less witnessed are the endless little dramas of two plus one, the was and is of human interplay. Trinity nativities performed on park benches, in crowded bars and beachside bedrooms to the pounding rhythm of the Pacific Coast.

Between the lens and my eye, a chronicle of just around the corner or beyond the edge. Rarely sufficiently acute to capture an essence. Sometimes aware enough to know I’m just opposite or adjacent. Always searching for my perfect hypotenuse.