El patio de mi casa (My backyard)

In October 1993, my younger brother was admitted with stage 4 Non-Hodgkin lymphoma at the Niño Jesús Hospital in Madrid. It was a taboo for three decades at home. Like a weed that grows out of control, the unsaid words , the silenced screams and unshed tears spread through our tormented psyches. And they changed forever. I was just the healthy, invisible sister. I felt that I was nobody and that nobody mattered. I lost my brother for many months and also my parents who took care of him. I was only 9 years old and I felt terribly abandoned. Throught my photographs I try to express my individual process facing my brother's cancer. My lack of autobiographical memory due to the trauma experienced, not knowing who I am, feeling lost and helpless.