ARGENTINA, DECEMBER 2020
Behind my camera, I am myself, citizen, inhabitant, companion and to live the coverage of the voting of the abortion legalization law as just another coverage was impossible.
Two nights of vigil where my heart was divided between the luck of contributing to the collective visual memory of this moment, camera in hand, and the desire to be really there, lying on a sidewalk, exchanging the camera for a beer and watching the giant screen and the parade of senators like a thriller surrounded by an audience with the same pulse.
Apart from my work these nights, I felt I needed to find a space of my own, a simple and intimate way to meet with my peers, to vibrate together even for a couple of minutes. I proposed to take portraits of women and diversities that I crossed along the way, from the first minute of the vigil to the vote and talk with them.
In the early morning of September 30, as the count progressed, I rarely felt my body so weak, my legs on the verge of failing at the moment of THE photo. Guilt of the emotion that grew at the thought that "this is happening", that the world, my world and the world of many was going to change in 1 second.
1 second, fragile and powerful, that ended long nights and long decades of waiting and struggle.
