Everything I have loved, I have loved in an impossible language

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    2025 - Ongoing
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  • Locations Buenos Aires, Guadalajara, Londrina
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How can you maintain a loving relationship across artificial borders? Luiza from Brazil and Carlos from Mexico. In this project, they address the complexity of being together due to the migration process and the difficulties of working in the arts.

There is something missing. In the frame, the promise that is not fulfilled. How can a loving bond be sustained across invented borders?

Luiza is from Brazil and Carlos is from Mexico. They met in a photography program at the Centro de la Imagen in Mexico City in 2023. In this project, they address the complexity of being together due to the bureaucracy of the immigration system and the professional difficulties they face in the field of the arts.

In the images, they establish exchanges based on trust and vulnerability. From an imaginative impulse, they experiment and open themselves up to a common photographic territory, as if words allowed one's dream to become the other's stage. As if, for a moment, love could be translated into an almost possible language.

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In autumn, in La Paz, Baja California, objects from his grandmother's house are arranged as installations. The grapefruits on the table are from the tree his mother planted. He shows us his world. And between the lights that overlap the flash: a dream that lives within a dream. Like the hope that keeps us believing in love.

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She took him to see La Plata. During dreamlike days that showed him a new country, and the place where she learned Spanish, it seemed as if time was blurring. She wanted him lying there, and he wanted to be with her. They looked for the pads, and Mr. Gustavo complained about the mess.

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Luiza occupies a prominent place in Carlos's psychological therapy. He is afraid of not seeing things, of suffering for it later. The latent possibility of losing her and with her a part of himself. Words cannot contain the pain, meaning leans towards the saddest ideas.

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Absence becomes present, like a metaphor for the mark left by the disappeared in Buenos Aires and throughout Argentina. In the frame, between the dental floss and the trace, something unites them to create together. To believe in a love that is built on not forgetting.

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She thinks that loving him is like hugging a bag of water. Without water, it cannot exist. But with only the liquid, it suffocates. Behind the camera, he coordinates the movements and the distance. As if whispered between the river and the sky: the horizon line is projected straight.

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In less than a week, they are five thousand kilometers away. And there is something between floating between sequences that keeps them believing in a memory that can be photographed through water.

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Now in Brazil, at her mother's house, she looks for ways to be with him, and for Mexican immigration to accept him for a couple of months. Remembering conversations with him, his interest in a photograph that speaks of an artificial world that is difficult to decode. The influence makes her stick the replica of the animal and play with her hands, creating an unexpected shadow drawn by the flash.

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In the projection of a relationship, the idea of someone else who will always understand you is tempting. Available. A guardian of your desires. Of your own navel. Here we explore the interplay between the origin of the world with the yolk of the egg, and its similarity to the sun, and the navel as the danger of wanting to be the centre of someone else's life. Everything and nothing.

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The flowers she carries like hands. Havaianas, cold Melissas in Guadalajara. Think of the times she was close to ending it all and not speaking to him anymore. She likes every word more, even though she is embarrassed to mix Spanish with Portuguese. What a big mistake it would have been if they hadn't kissed.

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There is a latent tension in knowing that your days are numbered. Artificial paradises. What was always there is now seen from the outside. In order to enter again, you have to meet many expectations, more than your own. The constraints that now keep us so close and yet so far away.

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There is something about mistakes that makes photography and love magical. They walked in search of another image, a planned one. And on their way, in the mundane, they find a sculpture of the ephemeral. As if the tree body were holding up the plant that struggles to be there. As if, by turning down the wrong street, they had never met.

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Off-screen terror. Occasionally, in dreams, jumbled words are shouted. A kind of absurd misunderstanding. The eyelids open and, through the reflection, the sentence is there.

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She thought about talking about orgasm as the little death. Luci, detained in the fake Ikea structure. A big sun, with a starry background used by musicians hired to sing Christmas carols. It is 20 December, two cameras, the crowd without eyes. There, love tries to overcome finitude, like the memory that sings the meaning of staying alive.

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The fragility of bonds. The vestige of the unexpected. The desire that it is not a misguided projection. The camera materializes someone who loves with the strength of those who never cease to fight for a dignified territory.

Everything I have loved, I have loved in an impossible language by Carlos Yamil

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