Like my great-grandfather, Captain Ludwik Tarszeński, Conde de Lipa, I'm an immigrant, and a photographer. And we both have been teachers. The parallels pretty much end there. He learned the art of the daguerrotype from Louis-Mandé Daguerre—I earned a BA at Brooks Institute of Photography. He fought the Russians in the November Uprising of 1831— I was an accidental AWOL. He captured two spies during the Carlista War—I jumped out of a running bus in Ireland and broke my face when I was 10. He was photographer to the Queen of Spain—I photographed Amy Tan, Gore Vidal and Antonio Banderas... However, I can identify with his exile from Poland and how it might have affected him.
I'm always looking for new creative challenges to justify my absence from my birth country of Spain. Thus, I became a journalist, like my father Enrique Hernández-Luike (also an accomplished publisher and poet). I wrote, directed and produced stage plays, like my great-uncle, an immigrant to Buenos Aires and director of Teatro Mayo.
I make videos, design books and logos, write short stories and magazine articles. For a year and a half I created a daily oil pastel. I just completed four months od daily self-portraits; incidentally, my self-portraits are included in lesson plans of Australian, French and American schools and universities. Now I'm looking for my next challenge, making an oil or acrylic painting each week.
"In the end, only three things matter: how fully you have lived, how deeply you have loved, and how well you have learned to let go of the things not meant for you." – Buddhist proverb