Buenos Aires, December 2001. The social crisis adds to the personal one. From confinement, Javier Olivera discovers rehearsals, poses, bodies he observes through the window of his apartment. For the viewer, far from the sexual connotation of a voyeuristic act, those figures soothe the anguish with the images they unknowingly offer. And thus, like the moon that still exists during the day, the rehearsals of the dance that is taking shape already radiate beauty.
Image: Javier Olivera
Sound design: Luis Marte
