…losing some illusions in order to acquire others.

Virginia Woolf

 I go through the roots of the native voices, I create images exploring the roads of simple towns with only one street, I submerge in the writings of Gabriel Garcia Márquez, the wind takes me to the fertilities, to the lullabies of creation, my photography responds to the rituals of dreams, of memories, of my ancestors, my grandmothers that come along with me, my poems without a signature, my words without pronunciation, I steal the dreams of those I find in my memories to create disarticulated contractions, I am inspired by the overwhelming silences by Shirin Neshat, the anguishes created in woman through imposed traditions that Cristina García Rodero photographs, I dilute in the intimate images by Sally Mann.