If the landscape is just a field of vision…

In an attempt to narrate the flows of impermanence due to rainwater, wind, earth, flowers or even the seasons, these frames attempt to translate the dialogue of this cartography.

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The coming and going helps us perceive small changes and deformities in the site. Perhaps the impermanence of the landscape lies in these details of the "Between" one event and another, between a time and a space retained in memory, in the photo, in the experience of the visible. The movement, the transit lies in the category of becoming, of the in between times that overlap the reserve of the eye that absorbs it all... of the brave mother earth who shelters, feeds, fertilizes, caresses, gives birth to and buries.

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In all cultures, these territories have been understood as symbolic places of passage between good and evil, darkness and light, paradise and hell, life and death.

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The fragments collected there announce silence and a truth that is always internal. Its space is the non-place, the place in between, the displaced place, the transitory and under construction.

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This work speaks of silences, memories, desires, and belonging in a rewriting from its territories. Whether with brush, needle and thread, sewing machine, fabrics, hammer and chisel, ordinary materials or not, the works presented here confer a state of body/landscape/poetry.

 

In permanent movement on site and in life The look in relation to the site and direct contact Limitations of the body in transit

 

No experience

No foresight

No repetition