portrait
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00:25
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.

Haiku:
聖なる雪降る
(Seinaru yuki furu) – Sacred snow descends
囁き祝う静かな社
(Sasayaki iwau shizuka na yashiro) – Whispers bless the silent shrine
冬は祈りに頭を垂れる
(Fuyu wa inori ni atama o tareru) – Winter bows in prayer
Poem:
Beneath winter’s quiet breath,
the shrines rest, cloaked in soft white snow,
each flake a whispered prayer,
each step a frozen moment in time.
Yet in this stillness,
the orange paint of pagodas and torii arches
does not fade, but glows,
a warmth against the winter chill,
like embers held in the heart of the frost.
The snow may cover,
but it cannot dim the fire within,
its brilliance a reminder
that even in the coldest of seasons,
the spirit endures, shining brighter still.
video
portrait
00:25
2024