In December, we all like to talk about or at least think about our plans for the coming months, about what we achieved or left behind during the year that comes to an end. This may have something to do with the unconscious need to be re-born: to let what we were die in order to become others, new, better and more evolved.
Six years ago, a friend of mine called me and asked me: “Would you be interested in letting a yuma (gringo) use your photos?” Put that way, it sounded awful. Immediately, however, he gave me a more serious explanation.
I still remember the discussion regarding the Internet my father had with a woman. It was heated, as all my father’s discussions tend to be. I don’t recall – nor does it really matter – what the lady had said, but she had backed an opinion saying she had read about it on the Internet. (12 photos)
I haven’t felt the inclination to write about my experiences among Venezuelans for some time now. When one’s happy, you see, one tends to forget everything else. And I couldn’t be happier, because, in addition to the joy I always feel, I now I have the joy of feeling right at home, feeling as though I were in Cuba, that is.
I have never been interested in seeing the film Saving Private Ryan, but a week ago I must have felt something similar to what was experienced by those who were involved in the rescue of that soldier.
These photos are part of one of those projects I never seem to finish – not because I don’t want to, but because I always find a new gaze to capture and refuse to declare my work concluded. (21 photos)
I would venture to say that, this past week, Venezuela made the international news more times than it normally does in an entire year, despite the fact the country has been quite unstable over the past few months. So where is it all headed?
As a kid, I would sometimes sit down to watch a movie that had already started and would ask my dad who the good and bad guys were. As a child, and even as a teenager, one tends to divide the world into the good and the bad.
Generally speaking, the issue of violence is extremely complicated and multifaceted. I will focus on something that happened in Miranda, a Venezuelan state that borders with the capital district, some days ago.
I wonder whether, in a few months, Venezuelans will feel as though they live on an island. If I’m able to travel to Cuba any time in the future – and I do hope it’s soon – I’ll have to think twice about it, go over the decision to travel months in advance (and, more than think, put together a whole lot of money).
