4. A picture of discarded objects
ROLL 263 | FRAME 10
Brooklyn, December 2020.
When I moved to the States in 2014 I started photographing with my 35mm camera. Very quickly I went down a path lots of us New York transplants go: I started photographing garbage on the street. I don’t know why. Maybe it was how lonely I felt, or how dirty the city felt, or how little confidence I had in my capability of photographing humans. I slowly came out of it and started photographing people and objects with more significance to me. Now, whenever I see street garbage I feel compelled to photograph, I think twice. Estoy curada de espantos.
I took this picture on December 2020. It is hard to describe my state of mind during that year. After being trapped inside my house for so long, looking at discarded objects in the street had a different meaning. For the first time in years I was reminded how it felt to see the streets of my neighborhood with fresh eyes.
And from the contact sheets, three neighboring unedited pictures:
