For a glimpse at what I see from my window seat, here’s a sped-up, condensed version of the hour-ish-long trip (the long stretch without movement is from inside the combi, a shared minivan that only leaves for its route once it’s full): first by metro rail to Villa María del Triunfo, and then up, up, up in the combi, past where the city grid ends, to the mountain Ticlio Chico, which thousands of people have made their unlikely home. “Último,” shouts the driver, echoed by the young boy collecting our fares--last stop: 12 de Junio.
Their first mission was simply to take photographs of people, places, and things in the community they associated with the concepts of healthy and unhealthy. While all are illuminating and imaginative, I am especially drawn to the images where, whether intentionally or by chance, some small piece of the photographer makes it into the frame.
These are not simply inquiring minds, but bodies too, making their way through their own community to forge new conversations and understandings; to show us what they see, and how they see it.