I thread the needle. All threads of the same skein.
Sewing is needed. Planting trees in the broken spine. Finding a direction for the river that seeks the sea.
It is better to let it flow. Life´s dam became heavy. It burst.
The suture does not close. The body rejects these screws.
The steps are suspended and the nights invisibly long.
It is time to wait for the bones.
The floodgates are opened. We are adrift.
Life projected in infinite seconds. Memories.
Losses?! Let go. They are just images.
Some fragments of memory. Cut out. Patched with backstitch.
I don't need them anymore (and neither do you). Let them be others.
Clouds. Lights! In this anatomical diagnosis.
It is necessary to move on. Stitch butterfly wings. Dawn and coastline.
Remember the breeze?!
Forget about this pain.
Listen to the water that will mirror a stone. Two or how many more?
Leave it. They are not real.
These are speculations from a time gone by. Irradiations of an absent body.
WHAT IS IT? A series of handmade collages created from tomography and magnetic resonance images with photographs from my personal archive, sewn with cotton threads, currently divided into two series: SPINE and CONSTELLATIONS. This work aims at elaborating on photographic images, memories and social trajectories based on artistic work. It is understood that, based on an artistic and particular form of expression, it is possible to extrapolate to universal questions about the power that images exert on our memories. That,