Since the pandemia the idea of the collective is permanently in front of our eyes. The private lockout facing the collective lockout. I became obsessed with the image of people inside night buses. Buses (we call them Colectivos in Argentina ) are part of the identity of Buenos Aires. Public transport becomes COLLECTIVE TRANSPORT. For some it is just not possible to stay home. So, while I have the privilege of locking myself in, they are l ocked outside. The images work for me like an inverse metaphor for an incubator. People exposed in their itinerant and dangerous lockout. Apparently protected behind glass, behind masks. Their gazes, hardly visible at night and moving fast, are already framed by chinstraps. As we establish eye contact. I only see their eyes, fear, tiredness, resignation and sometimes I spot a hospital badge hanging from their necks.
Me impacta la imagen de la gente en los colectivoS
Metáfora inversa de una incubadora
Mientras yo cuido de mi con encierro
ellos están encerrados afuera
Un encierro que no parece ni es un cuidado
Miradas encuadradas por barbijos
Apenas visibles en la noche
Interiores en tránsito
Iluminados
A veces con luces de colores
Como boliches
Como naves
Vidrieras de otras vidas
Expuestas
En su encierro ambulante
Alientos estallados contra las ventanillas
Choferes aislados tras plásticos
Largas esperas en las paradas
de tránsitos peligrosos
necesarios
de quienes no tienen
No queda
más alternativa
que exponerse
que exponer
