Thinking collectively transports me to the distant lands of our colonizers and their literature, because about a century and a half ago the three musketeers solemnly in loyalty to the young D'Artagnan, shouted, 'All for one and one for all', and in Holland the Dutch motto 'unity is strength' encouraged the people to unite in very ancient writings and it is worth mentioning the moral of Aesop's fable, The old man and his sons, 'All power is weak, unless it remains united'. Those references must have come from those developed countries to our ears at the time of the conquest, our indigenous ancestors somehow learned how susceptible and vulnerable we are individually.
The Minga, a very old term derived from the Quechua language "minka" means, communal work, agreement between neighbors to do something, a collective act in favor of building or claiming something, in this case, for the territory, for peace and for life. The Indigenous Minga, then, was constituted and united to move to the Colombian capital with the idea of meeting with the Colombian president, Ivan Duque. In colorful and flashy buses, about seven thousand indigenous people packed food and supplies for an extensive trip of four days and approximately seven hundred kilometers from their territory to the city of Bogotá. Something really admirable and incredible, a river of color, joy, infected by a force that I can still describe. Men, women and children bound and exalted by the community, populations plagued by violence, some intimidated by armed groups, but all with their heads held high, united to shout loudly: "For my land, for my race."
In that sense I find displacement, cause and effect interesting, but I prefer to focus fully on movement. Understanding the causes and why this Indigenous Minga is being carried out, I let myself be infected by the color of the buses and the massive masses they transport, by their Colombianity that pulls me and identifies also for being Colombian and having been born in the countryside. I then remembered the project 'Carpoolers', by Alejandro Cartagena, which definitely set my gaze and questioned me about what kind of photography I am doing and the various possibilities of seeing and observing the world, it made me think about how photography can generate in the viewer various sensations only by changing the point of view in which we see daily. Then choose to approach the project in a different way, as well as Alejandro Cartagena's 'Carpoolers' project, this series operates as a typology, indigenous communities stripped of their individuality and united in the community, a gigantic Minga that is transported, approximately seven One thousand indigenous people traveling in more or less one hundred colorful buses, something that sometimes exceeds the imagination of many.
Minga, is a series of diptychs, two images united collectively to form one, a description of how an instant happens, a movement and a face that enhances the character, tenacity, nobility and strength of the indigenous communities that resist throughout Latin America since the times of the conquest, leaving a legacy not only to indigenous youth but to all of us who witnessed his incredible movement.