series of 14 videos

When I think of my earth, I think of the sea. I think of a sea in the South American world, where the waters cling endlessly to what we call a terra firma. We have always been fluctuating, like a garden under everlasting construction, a world in constant conflict. 

We often have memories of vague memories, unstable images which our world is permanently altering, like a dispossession of history whose tale is never finished, like waves endlessly meeting the earth again and again…  a repetition, an act of resistance. »