“I Don’t Want to Say Good Morning”
I go back to where it all started, my mother’s hometown, a place I’ve known almost my entire life but drifted away from some time ago.
I revisit this place at night not to seek a new scenery, but to reconnect, with new eyes, to those spaces I once knew, allowing me to see them in a different light.
Surrounded by darkness and silence, aware that memory is not reliable, I retrace moments from my childhood and break the night with flashes of light and color.
In trying to remember the stories this place holds, I translate them into new ones.