VIDA DE HOGAR
Home life
There are stories that are rarely told or that, once told, they are revealed through drama or looked at from afar. The little story of this family - narrated from a silence that allows us to hear the wind or a constant drip - has other nuances. The photographs breathe without the need of any explanation about the details. With subtlety and from the inside, in the rustic simplicity of nature, the trip develops from textures and uniform light. Landscapes no less lonely than their inhabitants.
In context, the crudity and its poetry. Human relationships and their plot.
The warmth of a caress, a southern chill. Could there be anything more urgent than being friendly? Would aspiring to something greater than the calm of daily life be necessary? This is a story about the internal exile, about how people come together and live their existence with acceptance and temperance, embracing the miracle of each day.
Text: Romina Resuche
There are stories that are rarely told or that, once told, they are revealed through drama or looked at from afar. The little story of this family - narrated from a silence that allows us to hear the wind or a constant drip - has other nuances. The photographs breathe without the need of any explanation about the details. With subtlety and from the inside, in the rustic simplicity of nature, the trip develops from textures and uniform light. Landscapes no less lonely than their inhabitants.
In context, the crudity and its poetry. Human relationships and their plot.
The warmth of a caress, a southern chill. Could there be anything more urgent than being friendly? Would aspiring to something greater than the calm of daily life be necessary? This is a story about the internal exile, about how people come together and live their existence with acceptance and temperance, embracing the miracle of each day.
Text: Romina Resuche
Hay historias que se cuentan poco o que al contarlas se muestran desde el drama o se miran desde lejos. La pequeña historia de esta familia -narrada desde un silencio que deja oír el paso del viento o un constante goteo- tiene otros matices. Las fotografías respiran sin necesidad de explicación alguna sobre los detalles. Con suavidad y desde adentro, en la simpleza rústica de lo natural, el viaje se desenvuelve entre texturas y luces uniformes. Paisajes no menos solitarios que sus habitantes.
En contexto, la crudeza y su poesía. Las relaciones humanas y su trama.
Calor de caricia, frío sureño. ¿Habrá algo más urgente que ser amable? ¿Será necesario aspirar a una grandeza mayor que la calma en el cotidiano? Este es un relato sobre el exilio interno, sobre cómo las personas se acompañan y viven su existencia con aceptación y templanza, abrazando el milagro de los días.
Texto: Romina Resuche
