series of 14 videos
When I think of my earth, I think of the sea. I think of a sea in the South American world, where the waters cling endlessly to what we call a terra firma. We have always been fluctuating, like a garden under everlasting construction, a world in constant conflict.
We often have memories of vague memories, unstable images which our world is permanently altering, like a dispossession of history whose tale is never finished, like waves endlessly meeting the earth again and again… a repetition, an act of resistance. »
January 25, 2021