BUTCHERS

Gallego Jimenez Family

San Jerónimo, Antioquia

Abuelo: Aldemar Gallego Osorno

Abuela: Dora Jimenez

Hijo: Leonardo Gallego Jimenez

Esposa: María Aura Bedoya

Hijas: Isabel Cristina, Katerin Julieth, Adiela María Gallego Bedoya

Hijo: Juan Fernando Gallego Bedoya

The white tents adorned the park with their silver and red scales, the flaps of flesh detached like rays almost always for the poorest. And as in bloody fighting, the daggers were fused with the call to seven mass.

Mr. Aldemar witnessed this painting for years until he sublimated his art through the hands of his son, Leonardo; who continued to officiate the work of life in the town's Market Square, today his wife Aura, among other family members, are the inseparable friends of the trade.

In our culture the consumption of animals is not free of a symbolic load that occasionally goes unnoticed, the vigil that prohibits the consumption of meat in certain periods, they are also atavisms and transformations of beliefs that come from remote times.

The meat is associated with the masculine and the blood with the feminine, the image of the butcher is then associated with a man, the images offered by this anthropological vision of the photographs break that habit and leave the casual when a woman is the one accidentally ends breaking the taboos that frame the office of the butcher shop.

The butcher in our villages thoroughly knows his function and his client, knows very well that there is nothing longer than a week without meat.

The image that appears to us is apparently a contradiction, crimson flowers, blood color almost fluid, bleeding with the iron hooks scales and sharpening an extravagant mosaic, clean, aseptic, reinforcing that contradiction between metal and organic.

Full of symbolic charges the images of simple faces with a simple look and, paradoxically, in spite of their trade, they leave to show their tenderness, time and craft mark.

The faithful of the scales end up becoming a representation of time, clocks that mark the weight of the years, to cut, portion, split, chop, sharpen, hang, bone, freeze, wrap, weigh again and again, a refrain of the life that is repeated with metallic sounds of iron cutting.

The photograph leaves here a testimony that only lacks the penetrating smell of blood, the entrails, the slaughterhouse and the destazadero, then presents us with an aseptic vision of the trade dignifying and surrounding delicate flowers in very fine and delicate notes, until the point of giving us an aesthetic vision and as a delicate ornament almost a religious tribute to the couple who only waking rests.

Javier Cruz Góngora. Visual Artist.

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