Inhabiting those bodies, inhabiting those feelings, inhabiting that space, the contact with the other, the impossibility of doing so and dance as a mediator to connect those bodies and heal old wounds.
The feeling that we were not so alone, not so broken and that the embrace was sometimes the medicine we most needed and hoped for. Because through it, bodies shared chest, arms, warmth and containment. It is as if he was able to create a micro world, a bubble around us.
A few years ago, in a hospital in Argentina, almost at the end of the world, as a meeting place, a space where people went to heal the body. But in this case it was with aching hearts.
The steps we tried to coordinate as well as the discomfort with our bodies and personal spaces.
And in a very personal way there was ‘D’. Who was he? He was my dance partner, who wasn’t always here, sometimes he was also a bit in another world, which I couldn’t make out which one. He once said to me ‘excuse me, it’s just that when I leave, it’s very hard for me to come back’ and I wanted to do the impossible to bring him back, like a kite loose in the wind.
I made this photographic essay as part of a therapeutic process through tango as a dance. Where I emphasized the gesture, the embrace and the bond that was produced at the moment of the dance.
The subsequent intervention and the decision to use blur has a little to do with the concept and the sensation of encounters and disagreements that was produced between those who were part of it. The use of blue plays a fundamental role in the narrative of this series, which goes beyond aesthetics; it is a symbol of melancholy, of the sadness in which we were sometimes immersed.
