Andres was unstoppable. Easily one of the more prolific photographers during my time at Brooks, which for those of you keeping score, was from May of 1993 until my graduation in February 1997. Hailing from Bogota, Columbia, Andres was more than a little different. Claiming to only need 4 hours of sleep a night, and by his sheer photographic output I believe him, Andres was always pursuing his passion. Always.
Some of the students at Brooks got frustrated with Andres, probably thought he was making them look bad. But I know it wasn’t like that. He was just making every moment count, which is a lesson we should all know by now but for one reason or another might take for granted. But Andres lived it. If an assignment required 3 prints, he’d turn in 6, if an assignment required only 1, he’d complete a personal portfolio with his spare time. I always looked forward to Andres’ appearance at the Redhallway parties. Not only because his smile and love of life lit up the room, but as a burgeoning collector I knew he’d show up with a couple of prints for the gallery instead of the obligatory single image.
Incredibly, Andres doesn’t have an internet presence, and so for those of you wanting to see more of his work, keep checking back as I have a more than a bit of it to share. For now, this will have to do.
