Luis Montull, Sculptor
In his old studio, 2011

     From what he told me, the son of a cabinetmaker who sold furniture in the studio where he worked for many years, a street-side studio where everyone who passed by stayed for a long time watching him work or admiring his works halfway through, even if you're in a hurry. At that time I had bought a new camera and I wanted to use it for the first time photographing the character in his studio, that man I had seen so many times and for so many years as I passed by his street working on his work.

     He received me with simplicity and warmth, he told me that he had helped his father in the store and that was where he got his hobby of carving wood and then sculpting in stone, that he had had a silly fall from a ladder and that is why he is so bad vision, fortunately they caught him in time to at least create what he does, and thank goodness because he is a guy who seems vital, hitting the chisel is hard, while we walked through his quarry dodging little piles of stone he talked to me about his life making sculptures for roundabouts and churches, that he had earned money, from his crazy life in Paris, from the envy of his rivals here or from his exhibitions in New York or China over there, some press clippings on a small table that he showed me with nostalgia I corroborated everything he told me, I listened to him while I fought with the autofocus that I finally deactivated.

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