“When people think of Puerto Rico, it’s often of the touristy areas with the colonial buildings and pretty streets. I’m not interested in that, I want to depict the energy that’s found in a reality framed by decay. Some might find that alarming, but there’s a real beauty to it.”
Though our introduction to Krystal’s world may be framed by an alluring ease of spirit, the collection behind the playful verbal punchline is no less arresting for it. Looking at the purposefully dishevelled knit garments, sublimation-printed with images documenting the Puerto Rican every day, you’re drawn into the visual rhythms and textures of life on the island: a red-wattled cockerel here, a palm frond there. “I’ve used my own photography as a referencing medium for some time now, making images of what surrounds me at home: my house, living with my grandmother, scenes from the streets.” While much of the subject matter is recognisable to a degree, just as much is tricky to discern. You might not immediately clock, for example, that the polychrome patchworks of ochre, turquoise and teal—each hue photographic in its clarity—are in fact representations of flaking painted walls. “When people think of Puerto Rico, it’s often of the touristy areas with the colonial buildings and pretty streets. I’m not interested in that, I want to depict the energy that’s found in a reality framed by decay. Some might find that alarming, but there’s a real beauty to it.”