Deisy and I talk almost every day, now more than before the quarantine. She loves gossip and I love the distraction. Her situation is difficult - yet she is always kind, cracking a joke. Honestly, you wouldn’t know that she is the sole income for her family right now or that she spends her spare time taking care of her husband who has pancreatic cancer … because she doesn’t let that show.
Instead, when we talk, she whips out her phone and shows me pictures she took over the weekend. That’s when I see the other side of Deisy: dressed up in tight mini dresses and snapbacks, with a sassy pose showing off her cuerpito. “That was after a few drinks, ya know? Have to have fun sometimes too,” she laughed.
It’s true. You do. That’s how people get by - one night of relief is enough to balance out six days of pure lucha [fight]. I learn from Deisy every day because women are the true fighters in these times in Venezuela.
Through Deisy, Julieth, Lisbeth +++ - essential workers I happen to be making images with during quarantine - the fact that Venezuelan women are the most arrecha [badass] and resilient has only been more solidified. More on these women and their stories to come...
L: Portrait of Deisy R: Shard of broken bottle glass on the walls of the apartment building where she works