...Soy lo que dejé de ser...

Abstract

... I am what I stopped being ... they're memories made letters are letters made words , words made are stories ... stories- my -they are memories of my childhood unveiled by my senses . By addressing unintentionally while this with objects , returning to space and narrating lived moments that marked my upbringing . Objects such as lures lead me to my past, a past that is marked by smells, tastes , sounds and images that have been recorded since the first time . Picking the outside on its own inside, involuntarily evoking experiences that were footprints in my walk . Absences made ​​memories, I whisper presences ; objects- are -not only are the remains of a back to find the essence of what I am now, and weaving with -cuerditas alambritos- an infinite path that allows me to go and be back ... stop being ..