I like telling stories with my camera. They are almost always inspired by my own experiences.

‘Promised Land’ is the title of a project that explores the isolated feelings of an immigrant. Loneliness, fear, confusion, language barriers, and a new culture that sometimes I have a hard time understanding.

I use the suitcase as a symbol of the immigrant story, mine included. At nauseam we’ve been “the immigrant problem” blaring from the news sites, causing political discord, and alienation amongst friends.

I’m an immigrant, I come from a long line of immigrants and settlers.  My father like his father before him was a Spaniard, my maternal grandparents were Italian, and left Europe to escape a war and in search of new opportunities, new beginnings and new experiences unlike anything they’d ever seen.  Survival and success for their family was their inspiration.

My first stop was Boston, MA. ironically a city developed by immigrants.  This was the year 2002.  My family was in search of opportunities and a better quality of life. I left Argentina where I was born and travelled to the unknown “Promised Land”.

I chose the suitcase as a poetic element, and I looked for a vintage case inspired by the many I’d seen in old archives.  Each piece of luggage tells its own story, has a history and reflects its owner’s travels.

Violence in the intimate relations.

The destructive silence of gender violence against women, the loss of autonomy and integrity of one's identity. The thin line between love and violence in intimate relationships.

 

It is the story of my mother, a woman who had everything and lost it for love of her daughter and for her dignity.

Today lives in Bariloche, Patagonia Argentina.

In rustic environment and with an extreme climate.

She kept that cute little thing.

It is called a rubber tablecloth this work, because I photograph my mother's precious memories, on a simple tablecloth.

My personal focus as a photographer has always been drawn to the feminine form. Looking inward towards my own experiences and those of women who have crossed my life and deeply affected me.

Women surviving underwater is a metaphor that explores the feelings of many women :
fearlessly jumping into the unknown, the ocean, a pool, drowning or feeling vulnerable, and lost at times. Feelings swimming all around us on a daily basis. Strong or calm, all are there surfacing, fighting to be heard and understood.  Feelings found. Contradictions.  
All being part of the feminine experience.  

Those feelings navigate in my work.  Also water is an important element in my work. It’s life giving. Energy giving. It heals, cleanses, breathes new life.

'The dresss' is a photograph inspired by the Ni Una Menos movement that originated in Argentina in 2015 against femicide after a series of violent crimes committed against women. The movement speaks up for all those women that have suffered attacks both physical and psychological. It says with images what society has been keeping quiet until now, and it wants to keep quiet no longer.

'The dress' is my tribute to all those women who have suffered or are currently suffering any sort of violence.

‘The sea was calm’ it’s a children’s song from my childhood.  The song teaches us the alphabet and the use of the vocabulary, focusing on the water, it’s calmness, as well as it’s fury.

Thoughts, memories, fragrances from my childhood. Family vacations, jumping in the water along the beach with my siblings and cousins. Remembering the emotions as the water and the waves take you deeper into the ocean, the salt in my mouth..the freedom and the elation of being carried away.

Nighttime, getting lost in the dark ocean.  It’s reminiscent of the great Argentinian author Alfonsina Storni who walked into the dark waters as she dealt with a debilitating illness. Her presence was felt by all, inspiring a song written just for her. 

To this day, I have to be close to the ocean, a place of rebirth and a place that feeds my soul and draws my photography to its many mysteries.  

The simple and Rustic life of Patagonia, a place that seems to have gotten stuck in time. A place where technology has not taken over the lives of the locals.Time here is eternal, the weather is fierce, and friendship unmovable.