Colours of life

Behind the wheel

Guatemala | Monday, November 24, 2014 | 5 photos

I love photography, it's something that has always made me feel happy and in control. I got really involved since 2009, trying to participate in group photo expeditions, group expos and photo festivals in Guatemala. I like to show the world from my point of view. We all see the world in a very different way. I just want to be able to show everyone all those corners of the world that we sometimes don't appreciate. All places have a story a story to tell and there are waiting for somebody to tell that story.

BEHIND THE WHEEL
-I get in a car and step into a perceptive state.

-Trying not to think in all the conversations that go around and around about crime and robberies while you drive.

-Even though people live in paranoia, I don’t want to tint the windows of my car because I feel suffocated when I get inside a car like that.

These are some of the thoughts that invade my mind when I drive.

People in the city have the “privilege” (even though I believe we are slaves) of having a car, they spend the majority of their day inside a machine, locked, attached to the sounds of the street, the radio, the voices of people that sometimes share a ride with them. But on those moments were is just you and the car, that moment when you can find yourself and express several feelings and attitudes that in certain occasions you would not be capable to express…”That idiot just pass me without even signalling! I’m the one that has the right to pass…”
We are a nation that needs to be behind the wheel because we don’t feel safe being on the streets and taking public transport. Guatemala city has become a city that needs cars, as a transport, put also as an element of social status to others. “Tell me what you drive, and I will tell you what type of person you are.”
A car is much more than a simple machine that takes us from point A to point B. A car is a closet, an office, a small motel, when we can’t find another place to have an intimate moment; it’s a place to confess all of our problems that torment us.