Dani’s Blog

A year ago today, I was making my way from Buenos Aires to Misiones in Argentina. It was the beginning of three weeks on the road. Yesterday I mentioned this to the friend I road-tripped with, and he said,
I can’t believe you KNOW that.

Yeah. Well.
I often think about what I was doing exactly one year ago. Especially if it was the start of something big, or a transition.

I relish thinking, wow, one year ago I was doing this or that, I was here or there! The list of all that has happened in the last 365 days then flashes through my mind and I’m always in awe at how much can happen in a year.
And the changes.

Then I think, I wonder where I’ll be next year at this time…
the possibilities are HUGE.

I love this feeling.

That is why I look back – it helps me face forward with an eager optimism.

Night, from Cochabamba 411. San Telmo.

I left Buenos Aires on a late-night bus and arrived in San Ignacio early the next day.

My instructions to the hospedaje were:
3 blocks on main road
left on dirt road
small red sign on pine tree: Pisa Alquiler, 50 m
5 blocks til paved road
you’ll see it

Night is quiet and dark in San Ignacio.

Mariana and Fabian getting ready to mount Yuyo's canvas in his studio in Central Park, Barracas, Buenos Aires.

I’m feeling nostalgic tonight.
It’s almost midnight in Buenos Aires.
I’m in Paris.

My cheeks are still chilled from the walk home along the frigid Canal St Martin.

It’s hot and muggy down in BA and there will probably soon be a downpour.

One year ago today I watched a huge canvas being put onto an 11-by-3 meter frame in a studio in my neighborhood in Barracas, BA. Yuyo (Luis Felipe Noe) would soon start assembling his work for the Venice Biennale, a process I would continue photographing for three months in Argentina, plus another two weeks in Venice.

Today was day one.

It’s 2am again and I can’t sleep.  In the morning I’ll be hanging my show at the Maison de l’Argentine at Cité Universitaire in Paris.  The opening is Thursday night and it will hang until mid January.

If you’re in Paris, come on by!

Vernissage invite. Photo from a high point in Humhauaca, in the Jujuy province of Argentina.

Monday night I was invited to show some of my photos, in the form of a projection, at UNESCO in Paris. My friend, painter Paola Noe, is having an exhibition of her paintings there, and because her father Luis Felipe Noé (the subject of my photos) would be in town, fresh from the Venice Bienale, she invited me to participate.

I’ve made a few slideshows using iMovie, they were quite short and simple. This time I had hundreds of photos taken over three months to select from and there was a story to tell, not just some pretty pictures. It was a fun challenge, and editing images and sound together like a puzzle can get addicting.  The response Monday night was really positive.  After many many trials at ways to compress it for web, here it is, and more importantly, here is Yuyo Noé.

Just back in Paris from the Venice Bienale.

A photo from this project documenting Yuyo Noé’s creative process was published in La Nacion in Buenos Aires on Sunday.

Noe working at Central Park, in Barracas, Buenos Aires. March 2009.

Immediate impressions from a day in Mendoza.

Two minutes before, I was stopped on the street and told to be careful with the camera in this neighborhood, especially at night. Two steps later, made this photo. It summarizes my feeling for the city that first day.

Car carcasse in Mendoza

I was distracted by the wire nests ubiquitously hovering over the heads of inhabitants, such as this one.

Mendoza

I’m traveling in the north of Argentina for a few weeks, sans computer, sans Photoshop.

But the trip starts here, a small town in Misiones.

i’m standing in a wide red dirt road made wet and lumpy by yesterday’s rain.
it begins and ends in darkness.

on the corner, a bare lightbulb is hanging.
in the middle of the road, no light shines on me.

in strong brown boots, i stand carrying only a borrowed book.
a hotel key to bungalow number 7 is in my jeans pocket.

to the left and right, sleeping houses are sheltering families,
their windows hidden by burly dark bushes.

a stray dog stops in the yellow light at the corner,
he looks in my direction while peeing on a parked car.

i look up at the sky and see more stars than i remember ever seeing.
the air is cool. i keep still, listening to the symphony of night bugs.

i am relieved to be out of buenos aires.
the noise,
the pollution.

i take a deep breath,
the air is tinged with gasoline.

1 de Mayo is being honored a day early in Buenos Aires, today, the 30th of April. There has been virtually non-stop drumming on and near Avenida 9 de Julio since 11 this morning. It’s 7pm now. I went out to look around, through crowds composed of about 93% men. When finding my way through dense herds of them, I feel like some kind of passively hunted animal they often prefer to call bébé. Anyway. I love percussion and a good manifestation, and the day was perfect for it.

These are my last few days in Buenos Aires before I head north on a big bus. Jungle…to desert…to salt flats…and, perhaps…to Chile.

4pm light at Central Park, Barracas, Buenos Aires.

I am spending part of every day at Central Park, the studio and office complex in Barracas, photographing the painter Luis Felipe Noé (known as Yuyo, and sometimes Master) and his dedicated assistants as they work intensely on his works of art for the Venice Biennale. Time is running short. It all gets packed up in about a week and will be re-constructed on the other side of the ocean, where I will see it again at the end of May.

Tools

For two months I’ve watched him create; using brush, pen, finger, pencil, mop, ink, glue, paper, canvas and paint. He is Master to many and I’ve relished watching him work. He and everyone around him have been so warm, welcoming and helpful; the heart of my first experience of Buenos Aires.

Spending time with him and the artists who assist him has expanded my field of vision. My dreams are saturated with color and my reality is full of new ideas.

On Friday I climbed a water tower on the 25th floor and stood in the wind, shaking just a little, looking down at Buenos Aires.  A 360-degree view and nothing to hold onto.  It felt like surfing the world.  I crawled to the edge and laid down on my stomach to take some photos.

Perched above BsAs

The water tower is on top of my friends‘ flat in Congreso, where I was invited to dinner, which led to my first all-night poker game.  I was SO close to winning, and then . . . didn’t. Anyway. They claim to have the best view in Buenos Aires, they may be right.

Here is Congresso from their flat and mine.

Congreso, near and far