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2024
Born in Mexico City in 1990, Ilan Derech trained on the fringes of traditional cinema, in the worlds of animation, 3D design, and generative coding, before photography and video came to give his vision a new emotional texture. This dual background has shaped a visual language in which the precision of digital abstraction serves the poetry of reality. He approaches filmmaking as one might write a haiku: he captures scenes that unfold in silence and stillness, blending natural light, ambient sound, and spontaneous street encounters to create images that are at once composed and accidental, cinematic and intimate. Deeply influenced by wabi-sabi, ukiyo-e, and the bittersweet beauty of impermanence, he finds his visual material in the fleeting scenes of everyday life: petals falling from a sakura tree, transparent umbrellas in the neon rain, a stranger’s fleeting glance, snow falling in silence. The passing of his father, followed by his move to Tokyo in 2020, a year marked by the pandemic, transformed his perspective and infused his work with a new intimacy, prioritizing presence over perfection and emotion over narrative, while allowing silence, light, and negative space to compose his images.
Ilan Derech’s work has been featured on major digital art platforms such as SuperRare, Foundation, and OpenSea, where it has been praised for its cinematic sensibility, and his works have been included in international exhibitions and auctions, solidifying his place on the contemporary art scene. He collaborated with ZEISS on the Capturing Mobility project, a poetic exploration of nocturnal movement in London captured through ZEISS ZM lenses. His video installations were notably shown at the Non Fungible Conference in Lisbon in 2024, where his entire body of work was projected as a video mapping display onto the walls of the Pavilhão Carlos Lopes.

Sacred breeze whispers,
Shrine's tranquility unfolds,
Divine whispers flow.
In winter's silent shroud, where time slows its pace,
The sacred wind whispers with delicate grace.
Through fields of snow and branches stark and bare,
It carries secrets ancient, beyond compare.
In hues of monochrome, the landscape lies still,
While the sacred wind weaves its mystical thrill.
With each gentle sigh, it paints tales untold,
Of forgotten wisdom and dreams of old.
In the slow march of time, beneath the frosty sky,
The sacred wind's whispers softly fly.
Through valleys and hills, it dances and sings,
A timeless melody that forever clings.
video
portrait
00:17
2024