War and Love

Estuve hace unos dias en el museo Stenersen (Oslo) en la inauguración de la exposición War and Love fotografías de emigrantes en países Nórdicos, del artista Danés
Henrik Saxgren, muy interesante.Y por supuesto que no podiamos faltar, aquí los dejo con alguna información

THIS IS WHAT WE LOOK LIKE!


253 immigrants and their families have lined up in front of my camera and said: “This is what we look like. We have nothing to hide!”
253 people have devoted hours to being interviewed so I could tell the stories of their lives. 253 people come forward in this photo essay in an attempt to deflate the prejudices that so easily run rampant when immigrants are viewed as a group, but which seldom stand up when the group dissolves into separate individuals with names, life stories and faces. The Project contains a series of stories about why people leave their countries, but two factors weigh heavily throughout- war and/or love.

I have encountered a fantastic openness in my work to document the Nordic region’s new immigrants. Obviously there were those that did not want to participate but that so many did is what is remarkable. And they did so unconditionally!

This Project was possible simple because these people harbor a very strong desire to be seen- with new eyes. And heard- with open senses.
Many have shown immense gratitude for the opportunity to tell their story. As if they have lived with a cooped up feeling of “If only they knew…”

The panoramic photographs illustrates traces of immigration, particularly places where “foreigners” meet our society. The Nordic refugee centers are a closed World, and the physical borders reflect our view about people who come from abroad. These photographs are not only an important document to be left for posterity; they can also tell us something about ourselves.
Henrik Saxgren


Ivis tenia una vida dura , y era una madre sola en cuba. Una noche ella conoce a Zofonias, un campesino de Islandia en la Habana. Antes que se le acabaran sus vacaciones el le ofreció matrimonio . Ella llego a Islandia el día mas frío en 20 años. En el 2000 tuvieron una niña.

y ahora le traigo mi historia:
Jorge el músico
La historia mía es la de un musico Cubano, que invito a la madre y no dio tiempo a que realizara su sueño, entre papeles migratorios , cartas , burocracia y pagos, todo se esfumo, y la madre nunca llego,
En Cuba le queda un hermano, aunque desde aquellos días decidió no regresar jamás.


Esta es la pared de su casa donde guarda con gran amor el recuerdo de su madre en una foto.