This is my pilgrimage. A story of what it means to be human. A reflection on the fragility of seemingly mundane moments. When my mother died unexpectedly, I began to document her belongings in an impetuous way. The objects, which looked like fragments of her skin, told the story of a refined and tenacious woman. […]
The world, as I knew it, suddenly stopped. In this time lassitude orbits in an almost spectral universe. I resist inside to fight an ethereal and vaporous adversary. The tremor that this transformation conceives prompts me to deliberate on the cosmos that unfolds unraveled. I take a deep breath, conquer the rush, and pause. I […]
There are thousands of people in Caracas who depend on another’s help to have the possibility of meeting the demands the-day-to-day routine imposes on all human beings. The aging of societies poses the problem of caring for dependent people. Caring work is considered as something inherent to every culture, and it is the woman who […]
Time transforms the appearance of places and how they are revealed in memories. I return to a recurring landscape from my past that was once fundamental to me and deliberate on how I conceive it in the present, trapped in the form of scattered scenes. I confront the essence that I left behind as a […]