Rosalba is 71 years old, and because of her own choice exits her house only occasionally.
She lives her live closed in her home, loosing each day more the happiness of living.
Thats the reason why I choose to document her life , through her hands that embrance objects which represent some of the most important and beautiful moments of her life.Hands shaking as well as memory holds those memories by giving her a reason for living.
Hands that pierce a canvas crossing one of the walls of the house , throwing into the world that surrounds her, but that world not gives her security and that world maybe it does not matter anymore.