Saturday, November 9, 2019

when the river is gone


Nepal, close to the border with india. Women hand process sand to be used for cement during the dry season

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Monday, June 10, 2019

family self portrait series, Coiba

Coiba Nacional Park, Panama
The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:



2019

2018

2017

2016

ChaSaMa Gala



In case you are around in New York this week. some of my photos from the family portrait series will be on display in this study on Identity through the arts. 

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Kambutal, family self portrait

double click to enlarge
The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:



2018
2017
2016

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Thursday, March 28, 2019

One woman's manifesto



Women are the invisible fabric of modern societies. It is us -women- who look after the sick, the children, the old. It is us who -in addition to earning a living- undertake a larger percentage of the house hold work.  Our brains are littered with to-do lists. We remember birthdays, doctor appointments, class events... all the while measuring ourselves against wonder woman ideals: our hair  is too thin, our hips too wide, our legs too short...

Our free labor has been invisibilised and our bodies have become a political battlefield. But rather than standing in parliament pushing back we are expected to be at soul cycle (which is why gyms have day care facilities but not parliaments do not ...)

We become small under the weight of expectations. Sometimes literally, starving ourselves to fit into societies expectations. Forever hungry for validation. Forever running after the unachievable end line.

The fact that I am saying nothing new makes our fight even more frustrating. Anyone who gives a damn already knows all this.

What if the queens are not the beyoncé's? what if the ones who rule the world are not the spice girls?but rather, what if it is all those women selling warm soup at the side of the road. Young girls  women carrying their siblings home from school. Grandma's bearing the burden of the children left behind, those staying because they  refuse to leave their elderly.

It is a 13 year old girl waking the world up about  climate change.

We don't cover all races,  a colors and religions. We are the ones who will always prioritize peace, because it facilitates feeding the children.  We will cross oceans, and walk continents to secure them a place in the school lunch room.

WE are the movers and shakers.

WE must recognize  our own value and demand it be recognized y others.

...add fighting injustice and human trafficking to today's  to do list...

we stand together in the sun, refusing to  remain invisible any  longer.