Olvido Pa' Recordar (Forget To Remember)

Olvido pa’ Recordar is a journey of reconciling with loss as an act of mourning after seeking asylum in the U.S. and leaving Colombia fourteen years ago. Revisiting a place I once knew, I confront what has been lost: family, home, and self.

Fourteen years ago, my mom and I had to start a new life, seeking asylum in the U.S. A place so unfamiliar and distant from my home in Colombia. I have unsuccessfully worked towards finding a way to call the United States home, feeling a personal disconnection based on my constant, yet failing, emotional search for a home. A lonely feeling has always been present, questioning whether I can ever feel like I really belong here?

In 2017, after not being able to go back for seven years I returned to Colombia seeking to reconnect with the memories, feelings, and people I left behind. But time had changed everything I knew as a home, family, and myself. The country was not the same as when I had to leave.

Colombia has become a new country itself, very different from the place I once knew.  The armed conflict in the country has started slowly transitioning to peace, family members have died, my childhood friends have grown up and apart, and areas of the country that were inaccessible before are opening up. Maybe what I found familiar is long gone.

A strange familiarity accompanied me all along this journey. An understanding that knows that Colombia is where I come from but doesn't acknowledge that time and space are barriers both physical and emotional.

Olvido pa’ Recordar (Forget to Remember) is a journey of reconciling with these losses. Through my images, I confront what is slipping away, exploring the paradox between remembering and letting go, as I confront unspoken truths as an attempt to understand my past in relation to my present. By navigating the space between individual and communal existence. I seek to uncover the tools to keep existing. Healing and letting go are learning to forget to remember as I remember to forget.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - Image from the Olvido Pa' Recordar (Forget To Remember) photography project
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My family in 2017, it was our first December together since my mother and I had to leave, the image reflects my memory and our relationship as a family, blurry and distant.

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La Sagrada Familia, a broken statue of the holy family, it speaks to the realization of the fracture that exists in our family history in our migration.

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In every trip from Colombia I try to bring as much as I can, memories, lived experiences and objects from the little it was left behind. Here pictured is the clock that used to sit in our kitchen wall growing up, the time stopped.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - Coming back to my aunt Gloria's house, seeing what is sleeping and leaving forever.
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Coming back to my aunt Gloria's house, seeing what is sleeping and leaving forever.

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My aunt Gloria in 2017, her birthdays were always an important event in our family, this was the first we celebrated in 7 years and one of the lasts ones, she passed away time after.

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Traveling in Colombia and confronting the communal vs the individual, I'm drawn to spaces that are meant to bring people together, gathering places yet they appear empty and desolate.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - Bogotá in the background, the emotion and feelings there are almost a unbearable weight.
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Bogotá in the background, the emotion and feelings there are almost a unbearable weight.

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Calendula in the light transitional light of sunset, Calendula is used in Colombia as a natural remedy for wounds and burns. It is meant to bring relive.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - My mother in January 2025, in Ibague, the city were she was born. Coming back after 16 years of not returning.
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My mother in January 2025, in Ibague, the city were she was born. Coming back after 16 years of not returning.

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(re)Discovering my country, encountering places unimaginable, a group of ex Farc militants walking away after a day in school at a ETCR, the designated places by the government to re introduce them to "society".

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - My aunt Betsy looks at me after we had lunch at her home.
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My aunt Betsy looks at me after we had lunch at her home.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - My father's resting place, this is the only photograph I have of him. His death was the catalyst of our departure.
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My father's resting place, this is the only photograph I have of him. His death was the catalyst of our departure.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - Image from the Olvido Pa' Recordar (Forget To Remember) photography project
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Araminta infront of my sister's christmas tree in Bogotá 2025. Araminta has known me before I was born and helped my parents raised me. In very difficult times she was the only there for me when nobody else was.

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Paula, my sister taking a nap, is constantly exhausted as a single mother with most of her nuclear family living abroad. She carries the weight of many of us,

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - The calendar of my uncle Ebroul in Medellin marking my visit.
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The calendar of my uncle Ebroul in Medellin marking my visit.

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Standing still and seeing everything moving and accelerating. A feeling and description of what this past fourteen years have been. A group of men taking a cigarette break in Cartagena.

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Luci my niece and Paula my sister, looking out of their window into the distance. They have been spectators of the life of my mother and I in the U.S. I wonder what my sister felt staying behind.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - A retreat meant for leisure and communal enjoyment, it is closed the chairs pulled up. There is nothing to celebrate.
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A retreat meant for leisure and communal enjoyment, it is closed the chairs pulled up. There is nothing to celebrate.

© Mateo Arciniegas Huertas - What was left.
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What was left.

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Confronted to the immensity and overwhelming distance. The memories are distant, immense and at this point unreachable, the thought of it reduces oneself to a minuscule being.