ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE

ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE is an intimate photographic odyssey exploring self-discovery through Duelo. It depicts both the struggle against an adversary and the psychological aftermath of loss. This series features nude portraits of our 'tigers' in domestic spaces

His gaze against the sweeping of the bars
has grown so weary, it can hold no more.
To him, there seem to be a thousand bars
and back behind those thousand bars no world.

R.M. Rilke

 

ELTIGREMEPERSIGRE, is an intimate photographic odyssey that delves into the deep process of self-discovery through the lens of duelo. Defined both as a struggle against an adversary as the intricate psychological journey that follows loss, this series comprises a collective diary of nude portraits talking about our tigers in the everyday domestic space. 

While I was reloading a 35mm film to continue filming my project 3x10 Bs, I confessed to my friend Arturo the sensation of a tiger chasing me incessantly, he looked me in the eyes and said: the tiger has given you, the same thing that gave Sombra character from the film Güeros, I was shocked and realized that I, like Sombra, was a poet haunted by panic attacks that manifests as a spectral tiger. 

​This revelation happened while I was dealing with personal tribulations, I had lost my bff, she passed away last year; I had lost my daisy-stealing criminal kitty, </3 and I had lost the relationship with my own body, re-recognizing myself as a non-binary person. A year full of anxiety and panic attacks led me to recognize my own tiger and take on the duelo, initiating a visual dialogue through an intimate collective self-portrait. 

© Alcira Angelo - Image from the ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE photography project
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Chatting with my panita's mother, Patricia told me that her mother died in the United States and that the only way she found to transport her mother's ashes was through the intestines of this stuffed Bengal tiger so she could cross the border

© Alcira Angelo - Image from the ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE photography project
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Today I passed by the same street as always, the Illimani was not there It was sad to see the window sealed with a blank sheet of paper, the portal was goneIt left on the 30th of December, like my grandmothershe left after playing our favourite card gameshe left after watching our last football game on TVAnd once again I couldn't help but feel my heart beating at 40’.

© Alcira Angelo - Image from the ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE photography project
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I have ants in the kitchen that take the only thing left of me....crumbs crumbs crumbs crumbs crumbs crumbs crumbs crumbs that I've spilled so they won't forget meso that they find my corpse but they take away my traceto drink their tea in companyAnd they drag me down to the depths Where I belong with the others And that's where I'm from Fertiliser

© Alcira Angelo - Image from the ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE photography project
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09:14 am , Every morning I eat bread and jam for breakfast and dream of a better world.Yesterday I realised while chatting with Diana that there's nothing more beautiful than love.Today it seems that all the clouds are crying And I stay at home thinking about how much more I'm thinking about how much more the minibus fares will go up

ELTIGREMEPERSIGUE by Alcira Angelo

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