eyes that didn't know...

women who work like never before, without stopping...whether making fish traps, bamboo...sifting soybeans for sauces, sewing nets...always a lost gaze that I try, in my own way, to connect with. moments that I feel in an eternal -between- between what we

eyes that didn't know...

the levering of lenses, shifting of shoulders, liquid philosophies, disposable beings, I found myself immersed in momentarily visible lives...

timer on, I photograph to generate conversations and internal questions, languages ​​& alphabets so distant don't allow me to do what I like most...to know about lives

in the hope of revering looks I didn't see...words I didn't exchange...skins I didn't touch...souls I fell in love with...friendships I didn't make...

I photograph to get closer to these energies, to feel belonging...in the certainty that we are not the only models, but we are one.

women who work like never before, without stopping...whether making fish traps, bamboo...sifting soybeans for sauces, sewing nets...always a lost gaze that I try, in my own way, to connect with. moments that I feel in an eternal -between-

between what we were taught to be,

between what we would like to be and didn't know

between what we need to be (to survive)

between what we will be if...

an eternal permanence of the -between- I immortalize non-looks that move me