I moved from LatinAmerica to Europe, days before the pandemic was declared. Not able to dance or photograph dancers. Even Though I worked online before covid was among us, it was only on rare occasions. I was completely overwhelmed with questions about my practice but most of all with zoom meetings and screens. What was my pleasure in dancing? Connecting and sharing, Yes! Zoom but not enough. Would we never be able to dance with others in person again? Isn’t the nicest feeling when you improvise with others a dance. I had to constantly remind myself that we never dance alone, a viewer is always there as a dancer, if not physically is in our minds. I unconsciously started a series of self portraits of me dancing, more for the creative process than for the achievements. A year later I ended with a stock of 100 images. Every sequence of photos is in different stages of the rules in the pandemics and in time. Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. I did not plan any settings or choreo(graphy) ahead. I just let my body and context decide. Sometimes I did not have my camara, sometimes I was not in the mood for the work that selfportretaing involves and sometimes (many) frustrated for not being able to achieve something on a regular basis with another dancer I would have been possible. Every timewas a journy and a diferent mood. This selection is a few of them.