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There are days, times when we do not recognize ourselves because we are changing, because we are mutating, our skin falls off and another one is born.

A gaze insists on being born, to recognize itself in other eyes that are its own but changing, but different. I disassemble myself, I distill myself, I return to the origin: to the pixel, to silence, to be born again and to continue being.

This work is a portal to that multiple, contradictory, intimate moment.
We invite you to look at yourself in this story of transformation.

"Through this window
I look out into another
detained in memory

It is urgent
To dream another desire"