Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…


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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

Get your print!

Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

Get your print!

Juan Lazcano
Juan Lazcano was my father. I don’t need too many words to express the void I felt when I lost him—the images show it clearly, as the early ones are filled with absence. Yet, I want this loss to bear fruit, turning my longing for him into the joy of knowing that I had enough time with him to appreciate his greatness, his integrity, his humanity. The new phase of this project will celebrate the love he instilled in me for culture, music, art, creativity. It will try to showcase my gratitude for having found my greatest passions. Here, you will find part one for now. The rest is yet to come…

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