The Body
The body, not the essence of the soul, but a manifestation of our space in this world we inhabit that does in a certain sense reach to the depth of our being.
When I first entered photography school in the early 90’s, I immediately was attracted to the body. My first rolls of black and white film were nudes, of friends staying in my apartment in Mexico City. I photographed them in the shower. I saw then, and still do see now, innocence and purity in those images. Then, I promptly undressed nearly everyone I knew and photographed them too.
I lived a duel life. I worked as a translator in an economic think tank for a stock brokerage firm to pay for photography school. All respectable, a mask, one of many in this life. However, I truly lived in a world of actors, painters, activists and artists. I was growing as a photographer. I admired Nahui Olin, Remedios Varo, Leonora Carrington, Tina Modotti, Edward Weston, Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe, Ruth Bernhard, Imogen Cunningham.
Many years have passed. I have changed so much, yet there is one constant in my life: the body. My recent work has been introspective, with my own body, my seemingly obsessive self-portraits. Nonetheless, I feel that period of introspection is transforming outward again, seeking to return to my roots in the body, in life.