Photo Essay

espacios habitables

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The memory of a space never reveals the reality of it. When i went back to one of my houses in Dominican Republic, where i lived as a child, i found myself with a reinvented universe. My memory had stayed fixed, while space revolved into a different direction. In search of what i felt where my own memories, I used my camera to scrutinize areas of the house that could bring a sense of identity. Finally, I discovered truths and lies of what this space had really been for me.

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