MARAÑAS DE LOS ANDES
The life in The Andean mountains is tangled. The spectator sees a forest, a Frailejon, the mountain, and the mist, the fog that transports them into the humidity of the existence in the Andean mountains. That is complex, not too clear; it is where every step leaves its trace in the mountain. It invites to question how that silence of the mountain is transported into the urban life in Latin America; as an articulation of different temperatures and climate zones. With these series of images, collages, and photographs I expose what does it means to me to be an inhabitant of The Andes, and I put that in dialogue with the ephemeral experience of being a human being and the changes in the landscape.
Here you will be able to see some Marañas.