Living the past, moving. December 13, I took a flight to Buenos Aires, plenty of unresolved issues, full of hope, desires. The picture was taking in Buenos Aires, my second day, wondering the street, searching for images, for clarity within.
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Hopes. At the airport, in Santo Domingo, a young couple sat in front me, they clear appear in love, just what I am expecting in my reencounter with Martha, my wife in Argentina.
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Martha, at her kitchen. She is renting a small apartment in Buenos Aires, in our first night together she appears happy, we cook together as before. As usual, I take picture of herself.
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Martha’s sister sends her a caldero –a cooking pot that it is common for making rice in DR. She start to used right away and send her sister a picture via Whatsapp.
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Morning light, our underwear.
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In the streets, a country in flux: a new government, hopes for some, uncertainty for many; I reflex my inner feelings self images.
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Protest on the streets. I ask, someone told me it is a daily thing here.Later I found it is a company that sells chicken that it is going bankrupt and lay out the workers.
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Martha moving towards the bus stop, in the background an image of Eva Peron.
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El Circo Abierto (Open Circus) protest against the congress in Buenos Aires. The group is asking for a law to help and protect the actors.I saw this image as a reflection of the country and myself: in the air, a tight balance, but with hopes. I do not know if we both reach our goal: the country stability and progress; myself stability and sanity. Guess we trying.
Burying the past, present hopes
This is a personal story in which I try to reencounter myself for myself. It has been a difficult year for me (2015). I had lots of family problems, difficult economic times and to make things worse my wife, Martha, went abroad -Buenos Aires, Argentina- to continue her studies of medicine in April. Martha is oblivious to all my problems, because given her condition of being a student I decided not to stress her with them. I decided, so she did not spend her Christmas alone –she could not go home due to her class schedule- and to look for an outlet to my frustration to visit her in Buenos Aires, Argentina. In the past it has worked that I could rearrange the broken pieces of myself thru photography, but it had not work this time: new problems of work or family keep popping up like tidal waves from an angry sea in the Caribbean island that I live, Dominican Republic. Tired, spent, I brought a plane ticket on credit, gather photo-gear and jumped in a plane heading south. I found a country also in the process of change with a new government and a new agenda, as myself with hope and fears for the future. Guess we both have a lot at a stake. This images are my document of this week from December 13 to 20, in which I try to manifest what I feel/see as change here (I was here a couple of years ago), and my encounter with Martha. But, more it is trying to use photography as a self-healing and discovery tool.