My name is Iñaki Bonillas, JR Plaza is my grandfather. I couldn't say he was a professional photographer, I think he only acquired a camera very late in his life. Basically a camera that he used to record his trips. And in that collection of images, you see a lot of self portraits. In the group of friends from my grandfather there was a professional photographer, and my grandfather was at the special moment of his life, staging some photographic reenactments. He was disguising himself as a cowboy, and asking a photographer to copy exactly a Hollywood posters. And my grandfather started to paste those photographs in a binder, a black and leather binder with black pages and a plastic protective sleeves. And it's basically, you would say a family album, but with a personal obsession of his own figure, it's basically a history of self portrayed photography. I mean, normally in a family album you would probably see tons of pictures of the newborn kids or grandkids, and that of course happens, but it's not the most important thing of the archive. Basically, the most important thing of the archive is my grandfather himself. So it was more like a playful game of mirrors and identity, between my grandfather and the camera. I think, my grandfather he was pretty private about his belongings. But my father died when I was quite young, and he somehow became like an important paternal figure, I was spending quite a lot of time with him. And I was normally sleeping in his bedroom with a sleeping bag on the floor next to a bookshelf, and there really on the eye level when I was sleeping trying to sleep. I could always see a landscape of black leather binders, all of them numbered, but somehow I knew it was private material. But then when my grandfather passed away, I went on living with my grandmother and we had a great relation. And she suddenly noticed that I was very interested in that material, she somehow gave it to me. And when my grandmother realized that I was taking it seriously, she started to give me some other extra photographical elements that belonged to my grandfather. Like a black leather folder with some news clippings he did, or like some lists of belongings. And among those things, he had a black piece of paper with all the presentation cards of the jobs that he had during his life, randomly pasted like trying to fill the page. Like trying to complete somehow his autobiographical employments. And then on some gaps or some spaces that he was not able to fill with the existent presentation cards, he decided with the help of a typewriter to construct fictional cards of jobs he had wished to have had. But actually didn't have the time to have at least in reality, but maybe photographically he did. Maybe he was not able to be a woodcutter in reality, but I wondered if I could find a match, a portrait, for all of this fictional cards that he had constructed, to somehow compensate reality, no? What is interesting is the ones that he imagined for himself, are much more richer than reality. I mean, basically in reality, he was only a salesman. On the other hand, in his fictional life, he had 10 or 15 different possible jobs, as a cowboy for instance. Not only I found a photographic match for each of the cards, but also since it was already quite a playful work what my grandfather had done, I thought that I could also match the cards and the photographs in pairs by opposition. >> Okay. >> So we see a man sleeping, and then on contrast we see a man completely awake. I mean, somebody that's going to take a plane should be. But while doing this project I realized that he had missed a fictional job, and probably the most important one, one that he could actually do during his lifetime, and it's an impossible job. That of a self portrait photographer, who would there to hire you with that business card. Please call me, I'm a self portrait photographer, it's almost a contradiction. I inherited a part from all this collection of photographs and documents and things, his typewriter. So I was able to produce a new card, and probably is the only card with real information. We see JR Plaza, Self-portrayed photographer, and that's actually the address and the telephone number from where I got this collection of images and cards. So this address, yeah, represents the origin of my encounter with this material.