Digital Photographs

Hartman Room (Main Gallery) Installation

CHJ AR11101

Lonely and Impoverished Boy

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Sequence of Digital Photographs

I used to go to Congress Plaza after my Spanish class downtown. I liked to people-watch there. Some hung out with their dogs, friends, or fam- ily. Kids played sports. Tourists took photos of the beautiful Congress building. But other people live under trees and on the street. One day, I was watching two kids playing soccer together. I was smiling until I saw a lonely and impover- ished boy next to them. He was alone and could not play soccer with them. But I could feel that he wanted to play. He kept watching them. After they left for home, the boy remained sitting on the fence, all alone.

CHJ BO11101

Little Homeless Boy

La Paz, Bolivia

Digital Photograph

I was traveling in La Paz, Bolivia. I heard the sound of a guitar when I was walking down a crowded street. When I reached its source, I saw a little boy strumming the strings in order to beg for money. People were standing around him, watching this delightful boy perform. After a while, I realized that he was not really playing. Instead, he was just moving like a windup toy. His eyes were full of fear and hunger. I didn’t see his parents – he was alone in the middle of the city. I took a picture of him and left him some money. When I began to walk away, a homeless man came up to me and asked me to give him money for taking a picture of his son. A feeling of anger overcame me; but quickly dissipated after I saw his eyes. They were filled with the suffering of his poverty, exaggerated in their deep yellow color. I thought how difficult his life was, leaving his son alone to earn money for the family.

CHJ BO11102

Lunch Time

La Paz, Bolivia

Digital Photograph

Cholas (Cholitas) are indigenous people in Boliv- ia. They are usually very poor. They mostly live in rural areas, but they sometimes come to the city to earn money for their families. They sell food and homemade products on the street. A cholita is usually with her children. I developed a sense of sadness when I first heard about their poor life. While I was in La Paz, I met so many choli- tas with their kids on the street. One day, I saw a cholita with her son having lunch. This photo- graph shows the mother preparing their lunch and the son watching. I felt deep love from this relationship, and I was struck by the beauty of their life together. For me, it is a scene that can- not be adequately described in words.

CHJ AR11102

Run of Bringing about Peace

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Digital Photograph

Children were chasing pigeons at the Congress Plaza. I love children. They are pure. They do not usually hide their emotions. When I see their eyes, I can sense how they feel. Children do what adults hesitate to do. They live in freedom and peace. When I saw these two siblings at the plaza, I could feel their freedom. The moment of their bliss gave peace to my mind.

CHJ UY11101

Shy Boy

Colonia, Uruguay

Digital Photograph

A small boy was playing soccer with his father. I came near them and was watching. The boy kicked the ball toward me to give me a sign to play with him – right before I was going to ask them if I could play. One time he accidently fell down after he kicked the ball to me. He was very shy and hid his face with one of his hands, smil- ing at me from behind his fingers. I took this picture at that moment because I loved how he looked.

CHJ BO11103

Joy at a Festival

La Paz, Bolivia

Digital Photograph

My friend Gabriela and I were on the bus headed for the top of a mountain, but we had to get off the bus when I saw a group of people who seemed to be preparing a festival. They said they were going to a have street parade with traditional dances in order to pray to God to give them rain. It was an annual event for the town. It was a Catholic Christian festival. Christianity was indigenized with their traditions, customs, and culture. Before starting the parade, I asked them if I could take a picture of them. They said, “If you drink beer with us, we will let you take a picture.” They gave a cup of beer to me. They invited me to their celebration and encour- aged me to become one of them in the festival. I drank a cup of beer and took pictures. I joined the festival and danced with them on the street. I was not just a tourist, but rather a friend and participant. As it turned out, Gabriela and I did not go up to the top of the mountain but stayed with them throughout the day.

CHJ AR11105

Happy Bakers

Ushuaia, Argentina

Digital Photograph

I was walking down the street on Christmas Eve in 2011 in Ushuaia (the most southern town in the world). I decided to spend the day by meet- ing new people in that unfamiliar community. I was nervous that I might not meet anyone and have to spend the time alone. However, my fears that I might be left on my own did not come to pass. I met many people on the street and in their stores – and even in their homes. One of the beautiful moments of the day was to meet the happy workers at a bakery shop. I was taking a photo of a mate cup on the window shelf of the shop. A baker came out and said, “¡Amigo! ¡Veni adentro! (Friend! Come on in!) ̈ They showed me around the small room where they make their baked goods. The most common pastry in Argentina is medialuna (small croissant). It was my favorite bakery with coffee in Ushuaia. I watched them make medialunas. It was fasci- nating. We talked a lot and drank mate together. Before I left the shop, they asked me to take a picture of them. This image shows their happi- ness and their personalities. Their beauty fills this picture.

CHJ AR11104

The Seventh Heaven

Tigre, Argentina

Digital Photograph

When I first saw these boys on an island called ‘Tres Bocas’ in Tigre, they reminded me my child- hood. I grew up in a very rural part of South Korea. I used to go to a river near my town with friends during the summer. I did not have to wor- ry about paying an entrance fee at a swimming pool and wearing the prescribed swimming suit. The river was free and wide. Two boys came to the river with their family. They did not pay any- thing for being in the water. They just had lots of fun with each other. I could not stop taking pic- tures of them. They did not care about me. They just focused on their joy. It is very hard for one person to have that much fun alone. But the boys did enjoy themselves because they were there together and they loved each other.

CHJ UY11103

Sharing Mate at Sunset

Montevideo, Uruguay

Digital Photography

In Argentina, Uruguay, and Paraguay, everyday people drink and share a traditional tea called Mate. A Mate server brings Mate cup with a silver straw and a hot water bottle. She/he drinks the initial couple of sips before sharing it with other people because it is quite bitter at first. Family and friends are not concerned about drinking with the same straw. They share it at home, in the classroom, at the park, and wher- ever they are together. Mate represents their sense of intimate relationship. A woman I met at a park sharing Mate with her friends said, “Mate es Amistad (Mate is Friendship).”

CHJ BO11104

Bored Cholita, and –

She and Chihoon Becoming

Friends I, II, & III

La Paz, Bolivia
Digital Photopraph
Digital Photographs by Gabriela Thane (She and Chihoon Becoming Friends I, II, & III)

She was sitting on a bench. I went up to her and said, ‘Hi.’ She said ‘Hi’ in return. She seemed bored. I asked her if I could take a picture of her. She said yes, but she was not looking at my camera, neither smiling. Indigenous people believe that the camera and the photograph take away their soul. I gave my camera to my friend Gabriela and sat down next to the woman on the bench, asking her if she would take a picture with me. I asked her to smile with me so we all could smile. She said, yes. But she was not smiling and still seemed bored. I started talking to her about myself with silly facial expressions. She ended up laughing and smiling at me. She said that I was very funny. I said, ‘thank you.’ She started talking with me and laughing. When I left, I said ‘good bye.’ She said, ‘thank you.’

Muelder Chapel (3F) Installation

There are three Photographs at the room. They will be updated on this post soon. Thank you.

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