Hidden in the dark corners of Valencia, a strange glimmer of worn yet vibrant costumes, signs and caravans shines around the faded big top of the Jamayca circus. A strange burst of colors and energy erupt an otherwise drab landscape, evoking a Felliniesque ambience of grotesque yet surreal characters who recite in a tragicomic drama. Far away from the romantic adventures of Zampanò, tragedy reigns in the Jamayca circus, «the worst circus of all of Spain ». The atmosphere inside the circus is leaden with the heaviness of time; time which doesn’t seem to be moving either forward of backwards, a sort of diachronic anomaly in our frenetic modernity. Through these images, Carlos Lujàn demonstrates that the eternal myth of the tragicomic circus is an element which will persevere regardless of the epochs which will come and go. The circus is a direct reflection of our guilty attraction to the bizarre, those strange actors which we have ostracized from our society of normality. In the end, the Jamayca becomes a limbo, a sort of mediator between our consciousness and our dreams ; a place where nothing is in its right place and nothing is out of order – a surreal playground frozen in time.  (More) ...