My story began in the XX century in Dolores, first patriotic town ever in Argentina, 120 miles south of Buenos Aires city.
Through High school I enjoyed drawing and painting. Some of my works were even displayed in several exhibitions around the country.
In 1986 I got my Bachelor and master in Psychology at the University of Buenos Aires, a profession that I continue to practice and I enrich every day with the practice of Zen meditation. I taught at the faculty for over than 18 years and in addition to have presented papers at conferences, I wrote a technical book that contributes to psychodiagnosis in children.
In 2015 after years of not touching a camara, I came across a borrowed Canon. As I took more photos, my enthusiasm grew, and at one point I realized that I wanted to dedicate myself to something like this. I started taking photography classes and participated in some group and solo exhibitions.
“Lux et Design” is the slogan of my work, because photography means writing with light, and I believe deeply that everyone with his look is writing- designing- his life.
It is in this XXI century, that I have resumed that channel of expression stopped in my adolescence: before I painted in oil, today I do it through the reflex.
In 1977, when I was 15 years old, I was kidnapped along with my father by an illegal repression from a military dictatorship the country was facing. I was never a hero nor was I a militant or involved in anything forbidden.
In those adolescent days within that small town in the province of Buenos Aires, my main dramas were those of teenage love. Nevertheless, it became the time to witness the horrors of reality, without space nor time to talk about it. The sense of space and time were not there. There was only a monochord present, threatening and incommunicable, day after day. Without end.
In my town, the only defense was through silence, for both the people who kept the relation with my family as if the kidnapping had not happened, and that of neighbors that suddenly approached us saying nothing about the detention, but with a supportive glance.
No one ever asked us any questions. Nobody dared to. There were only looks of deep solidarity or deep rejection, thrown into our eyes, but nothing more than that.
Studying the art of painting allowed me to express - despite first real gag and then self-censorship - something inside me that had not been shattered by that horror. The darkness radiated for years, but underhandedly and threatening.
Identity and Memory
"Identity and Memory, intervention in Phase 7" was my first time creating a short film.
On the tour through the different rooms, my attention flipped to the sign of the “Thresholds" room, to the work of Jehymy Vasco’s “Fragility” -a work that talks about the forced disappearances in Colombia-, the mirror of Carlos Albino Molina called “Reflection", and finally, “Swarm” by Paloma Marquez. The grief generated in me by the work of these artists inevitably led me to thinking about my forced disappearance during the illegal repression.
I am aware that I have a lot to learn about visual arts.This is just my first exercise. However, it has contributed to sort out the emotions of what I have experienced and that is the reason that has motivated me to share it.
I would like to take this little space to congratulate the artists that brought me a huge shock, and many thanks to the teachers of “Image WorkShops”, the photographers Robert Camarra and María Mohorade Cardús.