About This Project

Carmen Woreth

The sound of barking dogs echoing in the depth of the night, the first glimmers of dawn behind the garden cactus, burning sand under my bare feet, my hair in the wind, silence at the top of the hill, that distant melody, eyes fixed on the horizon. The body, having left its mark on the sensitive surface, no longer exists. What remains is the will to keep it in reality and to leave a trace. In a quest to materialize the past moment, to immortalize it, the photographic image becomes here an object. «Story of a journey, Mexico» is the tangible proof of what has been. A trace of the past that leaves its mark, becoming a memorial object.

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