Landscapes

The mass graves, covered with grass and herbs, the field. The flowers are part of it.

They´ve fed on the bones and on the bones' thoughts.

Their perfume is perjury.

  E. Jabès, The Book of Questions

Our bones are the last witnesses of us, of our life.

Us as fossils. The evidence of our existence and our story.

My work consists in creating visual territories; Building a language between osseous landscapes and geographical landscapes: a comparison between the micro-sight and the macro-sight. A form of digging out oblivion.