Peccadilloes

Growing up in Caracas, Venezuela, one of the Caribbean countries, I waited every year for the carnival. A moment on regular people displaying rebellion using masquerades to celebrate freedom from the repressive religious and social restrictions. It was an exciting mixture of lust and mischief. Since my arrival in New York City, I yearn for that period long gone. When I moved to Brooklyn, I encountered the West Indies Parades that transpose me to my childhood. These images are part of an introspective photographic project. I have been exploring and penetrating my desires, and my life's experience, the different cultural, political, and social subtleties of Caribbean culture. I am intrigued by the display of liberating devilish sexual searching for gender power and recognizing each of the participants. These photos are stories constructed in the individual minds of the viewers. Daily travel in memories and relief to those repressed moments of everyday life. These photographs resonate between the personal intimacy of the characters and the communitarian being that show up in the corners of liberation. Gazes suspended in time.