It’s been a year since the last time I presented my work in the Au Joli Moi de Mai festival. Last year I showed my superimposed photographs of cities, forests and flowers. Works that represent the intangibility of memory, one of the two issues that I’m mainly concerned with.
This time I present part of my research on identity. Looking for the answers of what it means to be a woman, a migrant, a Latin-American, I discover in my body the home I have longed for so many times since my departure from Venezuela 22 years ago. The Gates of Life is a reunion with that lost homeland in the territory that is the body I inhabit.
