Rivero's Carpentry Shop, 2013
There was this corner I kept seeing in the town of Aya- cucho that haunted me. Every time I drove by, the shut- ters were down. I found out that it was a carpentry shop, so it made me even more eager to find my way in. I asked around and was told that the owner was a “bohemian,” a term used to describe artistic and solitary people, that he would frequent the bar down by the main square, and that his name was Rivero. I drove to the bar and asked for the bartender. He told me Rivero was taking care of his ailing uncle and that I would be lucky to find the shop open. He pointed out to me that Rivero rode a blue wom- en’s bicycle. He even offered to give me his home address, but I thought that was going too far. I drove to the shop one last time and, as if I had invoked him, there it was, the blue women’s bicycle leaning against a tree.
Ayacucho, Buenos Aires Province