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These series are about our family and our childhood.
During the pandemic, I scanned many slides
that had images of my parents, my brother and sisters.

I used to take pictures in the woods many years ago and at a given moment, I realized we had always lived surrounded by woods, especially during our childhood in the south of the province of Buenos Aires, in Argentina.

Even when my brother and sisters wouldn’t agree to dust these memories off, our story deserved to be rewritten through images.
I continued to recover the feelings and memories impregnated with the thickness, density and fragility of those trees, permanent witnesses of our days as a family back then.

The woods themselves are one and they live within us all. So dense, intense, fragile, a little bit like families.
It’s about encountering and letting oneself get lost in them, the woods. Silence that it is not silence, action in the quiet, the glaring and the uneasiness of wanting to get out of the woods.

Letting oneself get lost and to notice the branches— tangled, inflexible, strong, young or twisted by the wind—embracing each other and stretching out, getting closer to one another, fearless, in a natural world they cannot avoid.

I close my eyes. I can feel the rhythm of my childhood unfolding in the laughter, the cracking steps, tears rolling down, the breathing, the rhythm of the heart beating in those days.

I am seeking something, without promises nor certainties, but confident because everything is taking shape and it is taking its place, not by human hands, rather almost absently.

These woods bring back memories of a story that needs to be told, no details, in silence,
with a glimmering of images that unfold timidly.

Walking among those trees that in our eyes seemed to be gigantic, fallen, sick, solitary, colorful, erect or defeated, shaped as time goes by.

Branches and thorns
Songs and laughter
Fights and weeping
Games, shelters and surrendering.
Words and love.
Calmness and quietness.
Always the silence that it is no silence.
Moving on in this life journey that is being deciphered in those sensations coming to surface again.