Remembering the distance and silence in the spring, like blossoms and light, emerges from our sky and makes continuity possible.
The opportunity to live with them and where we love them, like air, gives invisible life. While passing through silence and distance, we realize the necessity of being with everyday belongings; being with people, frames and objects.
The observation of recent days and the consequences of the current political and social crises has been combined with forced migrations, parallel paths and the hope of these paths intersecting in an unknown tomorrow for us, and now, in the time of suspense, only by taking refuge in what we know as our own, we can pass from body, silence and distance to survival in conditions of rupture.