Nothing lasts forever under the light of the sun

Digging into childhood memories and the landscape of the soul.

Nada es eterno bajo la luz del sol.
When my grandmother got ill and her memories started to fade, an irrational fear came to me—the fear of losing my own. I decided to dig into my childhood, tracing memories tied to my grandmother’s house in the Tolima region of Colombia, a place so remote where I used to spend my vacations and that has always been special to me. There, I learned about silence and contemplation.

In this process, I found a vast place, full of symbols that become more and more distant, yet still find a way to haunt me, as if they wanted me to observe them and give them my gaze.

After many years, I returned to that house, and just like my memories, it had changed and gradually disappeared. I photograph those symbols that come to me like glimpses while I inhabited and wandered around the house and the land that surrounds it. These reminiscences take me back to my childhood and the moments I lived there, moments I refuse to forget.

I have realized that this place does not exist only in a specific geography; it exists within me. It is part of my inner landscape, and I carry it with me all the time. I try to find it in other places I have lived in; I see it in a fruit, in a facade, or in an object. I find it in the light, as if in an unconscious attempt to return there—at least through images.

This project is the result of mourning a place to which I can no longer return as due to political, economic, and territorial matters, this house has fallen into abandonment and oblivion. These series of photographs are fragments that give shape to my inner landscape.