Sometimes I die in the very center of a smile, but there's always a fluttering bird or a lingering gaze. I try to piece myself back together, or to place one bone upon another, or to feel that there's a place where we are, once, just once: we are. I still see the line of trees, and Víctor asks me: Auntie, are owls born at dawn?.

Photographs taken with disposable cameras over three years, during which time I developed a very close bond with my nephew. The result is a photographic series that explores an enigmatic, poetic path and, at the same time, a playful trail of childlike innocence.

Fanzine. First limited printing of 25 copies.

120g paper, hand-sewn.

16 x 24 cm

Parte de la exposición colectiva «La medida en el gesto» del proyecto «Atlas de lo Habitable», comisariada por Leticia Pérez y Carla Helmbrecht, en colaboración con The Stendhal Room (Madrid, 2025).