CLAUSTRO
Esta serie de 3 fotos, fueron tomadas en abril de 2020, a 1 mes de comenzada la pandemia, ese tiempo de encierro, de miedos, incertidumbre y paranoia, ese tiempo que sólo se vive día a día, rayando en la pared como preso para no perder la esperanza de seguir vivo, y que nuevamente existirá un mejor tiempo para todos. Dentro de este escenario y sumando en lo personal la fresca partida de mi padre 1 mes atrás, me encuentro conmovido, encuentro fe en mis hijos, esos llenos de amor y ganas de vivir cada día sin la plena conciencia de lo que esta pasando allá afuera, donde todos los días cuentan, cuantas personas perecieron por país, continentes y cual lleva mejor sus cuentas.
Es por ello que decidí hacer esta serie compuesta de 3 retratos de cada uno de ellos,
intentando mostrar este estado anímico que nos rodea junto a los momentos diarios
en la casa, pero también mostrando esa asfixia reinante en mi.
CLAUSTRO
.This series of 3 photos was taken on April 2020, 1 month after the
prior, I find myself moved, I find faith in my children, those full of
love and desire to live each day without full awareness of what is
happening out there, where every day it is a constant compute of how many people have perished in our country and overseas, monitoring mortality statistics on a regular basis and identifying which countries have more hope.
That is why I decided to make this series composed of 3 portraits depicting
each of my children , trying to manifest this emotional state that surrounds us
along with the daily moments at home as well as revealing the sense of suffocation that presides over me.
pandemic began, a time of confinement, fears, uncertainty and
paranoia, a period that was only lived day by day; scratching on the
4 walls like a prisoner so as to not lose hope of staying alive, and that
there would once again be a better time for everyone.
Within this scenario and personally adding the recent departure of my father 1 monthparanoia, a period that was only lived day by day; scratching on the
4 walls like a prisoner so as to not lose hope of staying alive, and that
there would once again be a better time for everyone.
prior, I find myself moved, I find faith in my children, those full of
love and desire to live each day without full awareness of what is
happening out there, where every day it is a constant compute of how many people have perished in our country and overseas, monitoring mortality statistics on a regular basis and identifying which countries have more hope.
That is why I decided to make this series composed of 3 portraits depicting
each of my children , trying to manifest this emotional state that surrounds us
along with the daily moments at home as well as revealing the sense of suffocation that presides over me.
