We are lost inside of us

I lost my father in 2021, he was in Brazil and I was here in Florida during the pandemic.

He left my grandmother and when I look at her I get a little anxious because the questions for him that were left unanswered are forever because she also can't answer anymore because of Alzheimer's.

With the distance I looked for a nearby house in Sanford FL where I could feel my grandmother closer to me.

I made friends with families of elderly people with the same disease and little by little I got closer to them and experienced this universe where the past is dormant.

I believe they live a constant struggle of belonging and this brings great anguish within the blank stare.

It's beautiful to see family and caregivers in love, but the further these people are from their lives, the harder the connection will be.

In many cases, the only solution is a nursing home, and that for those who already suffer from the theft of all their memory is a help to lose themselves even more.

New rooms with different streets bring unfamiliar noises and smells and a lot of internal loneliness.

a framed photo or some generally familiar photos still vague at this new address, but hardly fill the space of a story.

I use portraits as guides focusing on the look and the look being the bridge between the experiences of escape and connection by Alzheimer's and the treatment evidences the feeling and without the medicated masks questioning how much of that person still exists in you? So I'm constantly looking for them and the moments I can interpret through their eyes as traces of them, there's a slight hint of connection and I believe we recognize each other there. and it looks familiar