2013. The year my beloved mother passed away.
This work is about a journey, a journey
that one can only travel alone. But where do you go when you don't know the way?
I seeked the support in my hands, not only in the making, i discovered that the lines in my hands were the same lines of my mother’s, like tracks of a map i started to walk my way forward in a new landscape.
A new beginning. To face the grief and the loss. Life and death. Light and darkness.
This is a work about days of grief. Of memories. Imprints. A tribute to the small things that means the most. To what remains when everything else disappears.