Dwelling within the frames of stream of consciousness, this photographic series caresses under the surface of physicality, and into the metaphysical realm of identity. Turning to our largest source of self-identity: our memories, there lay the unambiguity of the self. Our memories are never the same; everytime we come back to one it changes, we add, we subtract, we distort. So, how then can we presume to know who we are if the biggest deciding factor of our identity is unreliable?
Vendimia rails under the genre of magical realism, there is search for the magic within Puerto Rico, within the struggle of island life. Thoughts of the island I was born in peek through, knowing colonialism taints a big part of our history. This series of work is representative of the oblivion of memory, of history, of the personal, and the ambiguity that comes with searching for an identity. There is the struggle that comes with not knowing, and the beauty that spills over simply seeing.
Vendimia rails under the genre of magical realism, there is search for the magic within Puerto Rico, within the struggle of island life. Thoughts of the island I was born in peek through, knowing colonialism taints a big part of our history. This series of work is representative of the oblivion of memory, of history, of the personal, and the ambiguity that comes with searching for an identity. There is the struggle that comes with not knowing, and the beauty that spills over simply seeing.